Ode to My Favorite Artists

(This is supposed to be a Song. Imagine it performed by Relient K and/or Owl City)

 

I woke up with a migraine.

I got told off by my brain.

I wonder what I’m gonna do today.

 

Got home feeling lazy.

My wife tells me I’m crazy.

I wonder why I always feel this way. 

 

It’s another non-compliant day

Where I’m reliant on Relient K

To get me through feeling ok

And I’ll say: Thank You, for this. 

 

The sun was out almost all week 

But the rain here has me feeling weak

And my outlooks always turning bleak.

 

‘Cus my mood changes with the weather and I don’t ever know whether, 

I’ll ever be feeling fine.

 

But I’ll stand up from self pity

Listen to some Owl City 

Wish my poems were that witty

And I’ll say: Thank You, for this. 

 

 

(I produced a really bad demo of the first half of this song..

took me an hour. Don’t judge.)

[ https://soundcloud.com/travis-jantzer/demo-ode-to-my-favorite ]

An August Day Away

It was the middle of August, on a warm summer’s day, When the butterflies carried me away.

Over wide open plains, with my hands on the reigns; for the impromptu holiday.

Up on their backs, with wings, I was carried. Out into fields and groves, with berries. 

They spoke in my ear, short tales of the year, and dropped magic like glitter with glee. 

They sat me in grass, at cool waters edge, and brought fruit in baskets to eat.

They dove ‘neath the water, the river to dredge, to leave sparkling stones at my feet.

I dug through the seashells and colorful rocks, and gathered my favorites to keep.

The air sang like church bells, the peak of the clock, the butterflies rose with a leap.

In a spiraling cloud, we took to the sky.

The trees all bowed, and started to cry.

The wind sang us home, with music anew.

I was never alone, for the butterflies knew:

It was I who they needed, I needed to be. 

Their magic was nothing with no one to see.

They left me but pleaded, for their own return,

To teach me of something, their magic to learn. 

In feeling their longing, I asked them to stay.

In my home, there, belonging; at least one more day.