Rachel Smith
Rachel Smith
5 days ago

I know this sound,
I’ve heard it before.
As my feet sway to the beat,
It makes my heart sore.

I know this, My brain thinks,
As my feet dance to the beat.
As my ears hear the song.
I am free.

Where? Where?
Where have I heard this glorious tune,
As my feet continue to dance,
as if they were always meant to.

The song sounds familiar,
but I can’t remember.
It bothers me as I feel the beat.

I have a feeling,
a glimpse of a memory,
that I have done this before.

Muscle memory guides me,
as I waltz flawlessly.
All across the ballroom floor.

Thinking back to years prior,
I have come to desire,
the perfect memory and brainpower
others withhold in their head.

It bothers be so,
much more than I show,
as I glide and leap and dance.

I imagine where in my past
Where’ve I had such a blast,
as where I can feel the beat and sore.
Up and around this perfect dancing floor.

I end the dance,
with a nod and a glance,
to where the music if from.
He nods at me as I leave,
his face upholding a look of glee,
as he knows the name of the song I hum.

I forget what song I danced to,
I forget the words I heard,
I forget what beat I danced to,
but tomorrow I dance to it once more.

I remember nothing,
but remember everything.
Like my someone put my memory on mute.

I have no worry and I have no strife,
because I’ve named the mystery song in my head.
It seems only fitting,
to end at the beginning,
and name it what it is.

My Personal Song.
My Glorious Tune.
The Beat that Wakes my Muscles.

My Lovely and Divine,
My Shimmer and Shine,
My Heartbeat that Soars through the sky.

My Sound so Familiar To Me.

Do not Steal Please
I see this as a Dancer who loves a Song, but can't remember any aspect of the song unless the song is playing. Then she dances like a master because her body knows the song better than her mind does.
#dance   #music   #familiar   #sound  
Scarlet Keiller
Scarlet Keiller
6 days ago

His words are fluid yet languid until
he changes tongues and becomes another
person entirely. His sounds become strong
and incomprehensible as he weaves
his way from language to language, dialect
to dialect. He is the manager
of worlds, the linguist. In his mind, his original
language is not his, for he is only
relaxed when amongst the foreign nature
of other languages. The rasping, uncommon
tongue of home is not comforting to him
anymore, so he will rapidly intake
other places until he finds another
sound that resonates within him.

~~ Take me anywhere away from home. ~~
#love   #words   #home   #nature   #speak   #voice   #language   #sound   #dialect   #fluent  
Dot
Dot
Jan 10

Polished and serene;
your vocal tones,
they soothe my stereocilia.

#love   #haiku   #fun   #you   #voice   #sound   #ears   #tone  

My heart retired a jockey,
A disc jockey,
Composing and singing songs.

Now I am so much tired,
It is so tired,
Of all the heartbreaks they gave.

My HP Poem #1367
©Atul Kaushal
JR Rhine
JR Rhine
Dec 29, 2016

you make me want to listen to Alkaline Trio
ironically,
for their morosity
is no longer my own. and maybe

they'd be happy for me. happily
singing their songs
with a different
lung.

#love   #sad   #happy   #listen   #music   #sound   #songs   #tone   #lung   #alkalinetrio  
Bethany G Blicq
Dec 28, 2016

There is noise,
and there is music.

When I hear your voice,
all else is noise.

There is emotion,
and there is love.

When you touched my heart,
it proved that love is all
that ever was.

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
#love   #noise   #music   #sound   #loveletter  
Liza Ann Marie
Liza Ann Marie
Dec 28, 2016

Laying quietly;
Humming harmoniously
In time with the rain.

December 27, 2016
#depression   #sadness   #tears   #rain   #sing   #sound   #humming  

Quietly
A sound permeates the air
Whispers through the monotony
But there's nothing for the eye to see

Not a word, not a word per se
Can cure my curiosity
Or help decipher the sound I hear
That draws me in;
Into a false sense of security

It's shielded by the breeze
That whisks about the trees
Illusively transparent
However puts my mind at ease

Does it come in peace
Or is it destined to deceive
Is it a subtle plea for help
What's it fighting to achieve

Shall I pay heed and embrace it
Or plummet to my knees
Demand its validation  
Or ask it what it needs

Is there a common language
That would lead me to believe
I should be in any danger
Or be obliged to feel relieved

It's awkward to describe it
Very difficult indeed
It's not the buzzing of the bees
Or crickets hidden in the weeds

Not a frog related bellow
Or hummingbird that sings
Not a cord struck on the cello
Or a ghost from Halloween

It's steadily approaching now
Almost within reach
Is it from another universe
From some unknown galaxy

Shall I stand in silence
Await the laser beams
Or be resigned to be a martyr
To do with as is pleased

I am one who's of sound mind
Despite what you may think
In fact, I feel a sense of clarity
Far from a hazy dream

There is an urge to disrupt the sound
Emit a high pitched frequency  
But that would defeat the purpose
For the answers that I seek

What is that sound I hear
Shall I run and disappear
Let's drop this whole masquerade  
Please reveal yourself to me

I promise I won't be upset
If you expose your well kept secret
All I'm asking is that this be resolved
Before I lay myself to sleep

This is revised from a previous entry. Not sure how to delete the other, so I've resubmitted it once more. This is the one and only time I've done this.
#sound  
E
E
Dec 19, 2016

Be the word you speak
One that echos.

The wise don't say much.
#words   #listen   #hear   #speak   #sound   #minimalist   #echo   #antisocial   #wisdoms  

Bodies bumping
music pumping
emotions jumping
up and down
and all around
feel the fever
in the sound
.

K.R.Dalton
12-14-16 (C)

Just for fun!

Thanks for reading! K:)
#dance   #sound   #jumping   #fever   #bumping  
 
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