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I have been singing for a while now, but whenever I sing high notes I end up turning my head to the right a little. It's involuntary and I will sometimes even have to hold my head with my hands to keep from doing it, but my chin is still parallel to the floor, so it's not really a problem I just wanted to know if I could balance it out a little by practicing with my head turned left and strengthening the muscles on the left side of my throat. The reason I ask is because I'm a right handed guitarist and when My head is turned right I can't look at my fretting hand. How can I fix this?

I know this sounds like a stupid question but really, do they see darkness, kinda like when we close our eyes or do they literally nothing at all? If they see nothing at all, how is that possible? Or do they see black, but are unable to relate it to different colors. I asked my blind friend this and he said he sees nothing, but that's really hard to comprehend.

I've been singing for a while now and I've recently come to learn that I can hit full three octaves in my head voice, but if I switch into my falsetto, I can reach into a fourth octave. So what I wanted to know was, does a falsetto voice count as part of my range? This might seem like a stupid question but I want to be in with the four octave singers like Chris Cornell and Freddie Mercury

I've been interested in poetry and songwriting since I was 13. I'm 15 now and people constantly tell me that I'm an extremely talented writer so I want to share a treat with you guys. I asked for feedback earlier on this poem i wrote and got some helpful responses, but I crave perfection... lol. This poems about a kid I knew who doused himself in gasoline and torched himself in a wood shed. but I also added flecks of personal experiences of mine. I don't have a name for it coz I suck at naming my work so if you think of a fitting name PLEASE I'd be more than grateful.

Life will always find a way

To spin you around

Even when it gets you high

You feel like you're down

Life will always lose its place

But never be found

A gust of wind to blow your sails

Could run you aground

Life's an outdated movie

Colorless and fake

Forgotten actors faking lines

Whatever the take

And expired, soon your world will be

Not that it's fate

It's just all life comes to meet

An expiration date

The character of all life

Is like a dying flame

Not yet safe to touch

Nor is it safe to claim

In the atmosphere and heavens

It barely leaves a stain

And it extinguishes only once

In the cold, pouring rain

And in the dark and dead of night

When the beast finally wakes

From his spoonful of ice

Where he wishes it away

And when an angel calls to him

"Child, you'll rise another day"

"You've not yet lost the battle"

"But the outcome's far and vague"

Life is just an ironic twist

A cone upon your head

A joke you tell to crack a smile

Backfires instead

A judgment through a dusty window

A plead of innocence

Your final heartbeat was so loud

You missed everything she said

(If there's any type-os it's because I'm doing this on my sh*tty phone)

Feedback is accepted :D

I've been interested in poetry and songwriting since I was 13. I'm 15 now and people constantly tell me that I'm an extremely talented writer so I want to share a treat with you guys. Here's a poem I wrote...

It's about a kid who I knew that commit suicide by self immolation in a wood shed, as well as some personal references.

Life will always find a way

To spin you around

Even when it gets you high

You feel like you're down

Life will always lose its place

But never be found

A gust of wind to blow your sails

Could run you aground

Life's an outdated movie

Colorless, so fake

Forgotten actors faking lines

Whatever the take

And expired: soon your world will be,

Not that it's fate

It's just all life comes to meet

An expiration due date

Love is kind of like a well

Or so I've found

You lean in I catch a glimpse

'Cause you're just hangin 'round

You yell out your name

Hear an echo, a rebound

It's easy to trip and fall in love

Harder to get out

Sometimes the night gets so so dark

But you lay wide awake

And all the while you're wishing

That you could wish it all away

And then she calls to tell you

That you got what you said

For everyone it seems so easy

For you it's far and vague

Love is just an ironic twist

A cone upon your head

A joke you tell to crack her smile

Backfires instead

A judgement through a dusty window

A plead of innocents

Sometimes your heart beats so loud

You miss everything she said

(Sorry about any type-os I did this on my piece of sh*t phone)

So? Tell me why you think. Should I pursue a career in writing? I also really suck at naming my writings (lol) so if you guys would suggest a title that would also be great.

I made an interesting observation while reading some of the responses to my questions. I've noted that answers that come several minutes after the question is posted are USUALLY more informative... And yes I've condidered the fact that it takes time to type up a long and descriptive paragraph, but I'm talking about answers that come like 30 or 45 minutes after I post my question. So... Had anybody but me ever noticed this before? Is it just my mind playing tricks on me?

One Direction

Justin Beiber

Nikki Minaj

Lady Gaga

Or would you rather have a peanut butter sandwich since they all suck?

I was reading an article on the femininity of republican women vs the femininity of democratic women and it has me convinced that the more conservative a woman is the less ugly she is. If you want to read the Artical hear it is:

http://newstalk870.am/study-suggests-conservative-...

The artical is brief but I think you will get the gist. So do you agree or disagree?

I was reading a chain of comments the other day and a noticed how the religious people more frequently made invalid statements, whereas non religious people were capable of making valid statements AND backing them up with factual information. This is the prequel to my big question >:) So tell me what you think...

I've noticed a pattern that the education level of racists is lower then that of a non racist. I live in a hardcore redneck town so you can just imagine what I have to go through er'yday. (I'm white but I still don't like racism.) So what do you think? Are racists stupider than non racists or what?

In my opinion, I see these "troll questions" as a subliminal sense of humor and personally think some of them are quite funny. Why do you think?

I know there's stericulius the god of poop... But are there any more? If you know any be sure to list the gods name and it's entity.