Author has written 12 stories for Song, and Friendship.
Hello. I'm... well, I guess I'm Amai Dolciumi now. This name was chosen randomly with cute words from languages I like. It means "sweet candy." In Japanese and Italian... respectively. Anyway, this isn't the name I typically use on the internet. I want to be free to write my songs without the burden of wondering what people will think of me when they read them.
My songs aren't pretty, poetry type songs. They're kind of bland to read. I may record some of them some day... I'm sure listening to them would be better than reading them. But then, I don't care for reading anything but fiction anyway.
I definitely don't feel qualified to give anyone serious critiques on their lyrics, so I generally won't leave advice. I'm also a person of few words, so I don't leave in-depth analyses. But I try to leave little comments on whatever songs I read, because it seems that we songwriters don't get many readers.
I also read and write stories, but all of that goes on my main account.
Random song (and poetry?) notes: Don't judge me from my songs because not all of them are really about me. Some of them are based off of stories I've heard (I'd prefer not to tell which ones), others tell their own story, others are in-between. Anyway, if you were curious about what inspired any of my songs, you can, um, read this.
Three Years: This can be about whatever you want it to be about. I had a story in mind when I was writing it, but it's complicated, so I won't explain it.
Forget to Stay Asleep: I used to have a friend. We were very close for eight years. But I was an idiot and I didn't do my part to maintain the friendship and eventually it faded. Currently I can't tell if said friend hates me or just feels awkward around me like I do around her.
Mommy, Daddy: In my freshman year of high school, I kept my first major secret from my parents. And a couple of times, I overheard them talking about how much I'd changed. Eventually I developed some weird paranoia and I was in chronic fear that my parents had read my diary, and that would change their entire perception of me. Every night I'd wake up and hear them talking and my half-asleep brain would mishear something and my heart would start beating insanely and I'd think any moment now was time to burst into the room and confront them, and I would do so, and then I'd realize they were actually talking about Weight Watchers. Ugh. It was terrible. I couldn't sleep AT ALL that year. I'm mostly better now, but I still have trouble with it occasionally.
Larry Land: Think of this song as entirely true, except with a lot of metaphors.
Your Golden Hair: Actually not based off of anything that specifically happened to me. And pretty self explanatory. First person and second person are best friends, and they enter middle school. Second person thinks no one could like her for anything but her looks, and first person is trying to convince her that's not true.
Rocking the Boat: I'd rather not get into the specifics of this one. The main point of it is, of course, you choose who you want to be. The flip side of which is that you can't blame anyone or anything else for who you are.
Full of Adventure: I think I could really learn from this song.
Pyrite: I tried to mold this into a song, but I couldn't. So it's a poem.
Like a Diamond: Yeah well... the lines from this song have been floating around in my head for months now. So I finally decided to go write it down at like... ten o' clock last night. I'm not particularly pleased with how it turned out. There are few too many cliched rhymes and the rhythm is... weird. Eh, but whatever. It's an OK song, I guess. Oh, and there are vague hints of a girl having a crush on another girl in this, so if that kind of thing bothers you, you may not want to read it. Or you could just pretend it's a boy. I mean, I imagined a girl as the first person, but it COULD be a boy. Or, you could ignore the vague hints and say they're just really good friends, which could also be true. But, yeah. Whatever you want.
The Ultimate Pineapple Song of DOOM!!: The real title has four exclamation points. Stupid FP ruining my titles. DX I was kinda reluctant to post this, because doing so would reveal my identity. Oh, well. If I'm discovered, I'm discovered. It's not like the fate of the world is in my identity or anything. Hehe well... this song is just meant to be silly. I was bored in a chatroom one day and wrote it. Hehe. Pineapples are so delicious, aren't they? Also oranges.
Kinda: Ahahahaha, the story behind this is a long one. I would totally type it all out but it would take, like, a page. I'm too lazy for that. I imagined this song to have kind of a rock-sound to it, ya know? The kind of rock where the the slight incoherency of the lyrics wouldn't matter. Ya know what I mean? No? Whatever. So. I wrote this song a while ago, and recently retrieved it from my closet, where it was hiding from disapproving parents and my friends and my own self who was ashamed to have broughten another romance-themed song into this world. (Romance poems are overpopulated. No offense to those who write them, but I get kind of sick of them. But now I'm rambling. Anyway.) And I was a little nervous about posting this because there's a good chance that the person it's about (or, more likely, any of his friends) could see it and recognize the story. Now I have this fear of showing up at school one day and walking by the person I wrote this about, only to have him greet me with, "Hey, Amai. I heard you wrote a song about me!" Awkward, right? But. The chances of that happening are technically pretty low, so I decided to risk it.