Gotham.

New York doesn't mind.
The story is richer then yours.
Dreams come here.
To fly.
Most to die.
Yet you come.
It's not dark.
It's unforgiving.
This city I call second home.
Leads me beyond the child that never
Saw.
Perhaps.
Its a big bad world.
Outside your front door.
It's bigger then you.
Cause dreams only mean
Something to you.
Unless you forgot.
Whether here in New York
Or Denmark.
To Antarctica
And Greenland.
Dreams I tell you matter.
In small towns or not.
If you want to become though you become here
Pay for an education
Or get one here
For free.
Means nothing to her.
She wants feeling and that's what she wants.
A try.
A care.
A respect.
If you don't give her that
You will become what was.
Dreams come here to become.
It doesn't matter if you are here or there.
The bigger the dream the more freighting the scare.

Wind.

You nudge me
Meets in the middle of the night
It's almost like we are playing a game
Yet I can never see you.
Tag, your it.
When you come close to me.
Your always there
Yet sometimes I don't feel you
Then I do.
Then think how I could ever forget
Running wild
Glistening in the sun.
Golden hair.
My eyes matching the sky.
I could run for miles.
Cause you carried me.
Now I only sometimes feel you.
I wonder where you go.
Caught between concrete, I suppose.
But it's moments like this
When the coldest gust
Hits my face
I'm reminded of you.
And how you never truly leave me.

My Debut Album is on iTunes.

A few days ago I released my debut album called To Be Sown.  The journey of a singer/songwriter is often filled with high highs and very low lows.  It's not always easy, doing it in the biggest city in the world presents even more challenges.

3 years ago I was a girl new to New York, claiming to be a singer/songwriter.  I had no album, I had no band.  I told everyone I met, I wanted everyone to believe as much as I did and they did.  Even though I had nothing to prove I actually was but voice clips with no instruments.  The shear determination of my 26 year old self almost feels like someone else. When my memories flash to those days it's like I'm watching a movie about someone else's life, certainly not mine.  But that was the start.  It was the building blocks to this moment when perhaps I wasn't but was one day gonna be.

It is the weirdest feeling truly. Its uncomfortable and doubtful with moments of did I really release an album? Are people going to understand what I'm saying?  Will anyone hear it, like really hear it? The journey to where I am today was dependent on many different factors.  Choices, I see now but didn't understand when I went through them.  From saying, to doing.

The album is meant to be listened to from start to finish.  It was written like a book, by me about experiences I went through and experiences I witnessed.  It's very true to life which means it's pages ripped from my diary.  It's as honest as I could get.

On the dock of my parents lake, in my deepest of despair.  I looked to the sky and declared I would make a horribly painful breakup a beautiful experience.  I can now say after 3 years, I have.  

To Be Sown on iTunes now, please enjoy and share a review:)

https://itunes.apple.com/album/to-be-sown/id830744910#.UxbT-9oe7MY.email

California.

I wanted so badly for you to stop.  Be truly in the moment.  I felt I was always making you come back.  There was one place I never had to do that.  When my feel touched the purest sand, we walked so far away from the boardwalk.  I will never forget the sound of souls trying to make it.  I will never forget the warmth of the sun and the way the ocean got louder.  It felt like quicksand, each toe grasping for earth.  The wind made it feel like you were in the deep desert and the ocean was merely a figment of your imagination. But it was worth believing in.  It was the first time I ever saw you happy.

I saw the intense love.  I couldn't move you, you were already moved. It was the time I saw you calm.  Really relishing in what it felt like to be free, if not only for a moment.  It was as if you saw her for the first time.

On this day we took it to the edge, dipping our feet in and running as it was a bucket of ice. Yet we still were tempted by it.  Each wave coming close enough.  It felt like dancing.  We walked beyond the noise of the boardwalk, followed the sun.  I collected shells,  you gazed.  Hills to the right, strangers never too close.  The purest of sand below our feet.  Its the only time I love to hear the seagulls sing, every so often answering to the mighty ocean. We ate breakfast here.  I made mashed potatoes with a fork.  That ice cream cone in front of Jim Morrison's house though, that's when I saw you.  Like really saw you, the golden sunset and the dancing welcomers to the darkness.  Under a blanket we looked up at the stars we never see in New York and much like with the ocean, fell in love all over again.

We heard skateboards. You played The Doors. It was the last time I heard the ocean.

Grain.

On the storm.
Waves that tide.
Same water
Makes the grain.
Only certain ones wash,
Twice.
Maybe 3.
Sweeter.
Cause when you swim.
In. It...
How pure it was?
When you
Didn't mess with it.

Sneak Peak of Track from my First Album.

Its here! Sneak peak of my first album is finally here.  To those that have helped, to those that read my blog my first love has always been music! I hope you enjoy! Full album coming later this month.

All you have to do is click on link and support art!

http://danierinmusic.bandcamp.com/

Forever Until.

I can't make you stay, thoughts of leaving you are more present. I wish I knew you more.   I sometimes wonder what your doing.   The lines have been crossed and I'm afraid it's over.  I remember, everything.  Sometimes that's not enough.  All the flowers. All the meals I made for you with my last dollar because nothing is worst then not having a nice meal while living in NYC.   You taught me how to paint.  You always gave me the most special of gifts, the harmonica necklace will always stand out.  I loved how you always held my bag of groceries.  Anything that was too heavy.

I'm afraid though that we have gone too far.  Boundaries I fear, although never clearly defined have been lost.   I rely on you the most and this game we play is confusing and no one wins.  I did come here for a reason because if not for me then for my brothers children.  To believe in something, so that it wasn't defined for me.  Nothing is more tragic.  I hold it so close to my heart you would think it was an extension of my arm.

You grew all art for me, bigger and more grand then I could have seen.  You took my best photo.  Filmed me at my best, taught me about photography.   I believe in you as much as you believed in me, in this world it only takes one person but means everything.  It's a lonely journey out there.

I saved all your letters.  I have your rose all around my apparent, they are dry now.  I never sleep on the left side of the bed anymore.  I know how to make tacos so much better now.  I also sometimes miss that you don't come into the bathroom anymore while I take a bath.  I can still hold my breath for a minute thirty.

I also never opened fully to you.  Maybe it's my scares.  A prior relationship wound that has clipped the wings of a once soaring bird.  It was something that changed me.  Sometimes you don't see that.   I'm so grateful for it.  It's what made me start living.  sometimes you come to close to being him and I run.  I didn't come here, go through this to be contained.  I'm the most loyal.  I am the most kind.  I will never disappear but I'm losing faith in us.  When you told me you were the oak tree you said this wouldn't happen. Now it is.