{"id":24888,"date":"2020-04-16T13:29:13","date_gmt":"2020-04-16T19:29:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/?p=24888"},"modified":"2020-04-27T11:47:10","modified_gmt":"2020-04-27T17:47:10","slug":"a-song-for-someone-by-adison-linder-sophomore","status":"archive","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/a-song-for-someone-by-adison-linder-sophomore\/","title":{"rendered":"Archived: A Song for Someone by Adison Linder (Sophomore)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I tried to write a song.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A melancholy song, full of days of numbness like codeine, depriving me of all sensation, and nights spent staring at the wall because no matter how I tossed and turned or kicked, sleep wouldn&#8217;t bring its comatose embrace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A simple song, a D-minor, maybe an E-major, an A chord, a D7. An A-minor like the frustration like steam boiling up and rattling my brain over simple things. A B-major for those moments laying still on a mound of blankets while all the poems and stories I couldn&#8217;t bring myself to finish leaked through the seams of the locked box in my chest. A chord progression so heartbreaking, it wouldn&#8217;t even require words to convey the emotion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But the lyrics.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Oh, the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">lyrics<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The lyrics were the best of all.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Some subtlety towards the beginning, but immediately blunt when the climax hit, it would have explained everything, everything I was so afraid to share in fear it would be a double-edged sword to be used against me and laughed at in the present or future, everything that people would deny, patting my head with a condescending smile and insults dressed as reassurances.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I tried to write a song.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But I forgot a pen and paper<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So the words fell off my tongue<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Into an abyssal well of memory<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And as much as I try to catch<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And seek and look for and <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">find<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The words once as familiar as a heartbeat<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They remain stuck in the dark, just out of mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Biography:<\/strong> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ever since I can remember, I\u2019ve been driven to create, whether it be art, poems, or stories. To me, creating something is a way to get people to think about the world differently, whether it be through a particularly good painting or a thought-provoking novel. It lets us put the stories and images we all carry inside our heads down on paper where everyone can see. A few artists that have helped inspire my work with their own stories and images are Neil Gaiman, Maggie Stiefvater, and Jonathan Sims.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I tried to write a song. A melancholy song, full of days of numbness like codeine, depriving me of all sensation, and nights spent staring at the wall because no matter how I tossed and turned or kicked, sleep wouldn&#8217;t bring its comatose embrace. A simple song, a D-minor, maybe an E-major, an A chord,&#8230; <\/p>\n<div class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/a-song-for-someone-by-adison-linder-sophomore\/\">Read More<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[39],"class_list":["post-24888","post","type-post","status-archive","format-standard","hentry","category-archive","tag-sophomore"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24888","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24888"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24888\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25117,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24888\/revisions\/25117"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24888"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24888"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24888"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}