and study each other's octaves. The sound-waves
1923
1923
Mar 12      Mar 13

If you really like music,
                  there is a tambourine in my chest
that is almost always shaking. Let's hang out
                  and study each other's octaves. The sound-waves
traveling in and out of our conversation - mostly out.
                  My life
has been about figuring out if it's OK
                  for a musician to dream themselves magician

solely to disappear.

*spoken word*
Krusty Aranda
Krusty Aranda
Jun 17, 2013      Jun 18, 2013

Baby, you and I are like sound waves
coming from opposite directions.
We modulate at the same frequency.
We both are building up our whole spectrum.
But, baby, when we meet...
When we meet we nullify a part of each other.
No matter how much we try,
if we don't change a bit of ourselves
we will never know the beautiful melodies we can create
together.

Product of exam week as an aspiring sound technician. It's all I can think of right now.
Quinn
Quinn
Apr 3, 2013

music becomes mucus, leftover remnants
of bacterial infections that refuse to vacate
my brain no matter how many decongestants
i consume, those sound waves reverberate back
and forth and back and forth within my thick
ass skull and i am driven mad by memories

how to cut tender wires intricately woven into
the most simple mass of a mess you will ever see

i find myself muttering solutions in my sleep and
when i reach conclusions i'm already half awake
pen in hand, paper on chest, but ahh, it's gone, it's gone

my dream world holds more clarity than my walking
daze and i can only find the words for poetry, my
tongue and throat are revolting, refusing to take part
in walks down memory lane, fingers soon to follow suit

Alastur Berit
Nov 20, 2013

Her poems are like
sound waves
they can't help the shape they make
arcing, cresting, jagging scores into the sky then
crashing
into smaller crescendos and puddles
refusing to stay still
adamantly holding their shape then
suddenly relenting
into smaller
smaller
lines
Then it HITS, her thoughts
They rip through the message finally clear
not even sure how my brain processes
these tiny wave forms not really sure
how these shapes make me feel
not sure how the words
can drift into my head
and make me feel
something
anythi
ng
.
.
.

This is just an idea I had as I was leaving the house. Definitely needs more work.
Instrospect
Instrospect
Apr 4      Apr 5

There are moments.
I want to scream
Your name
Out loud
Not so everyone could
Hear
But so I could
Loud and clear
To let it surround me
To remind me of
Your eyes
Your smile
The awkward
The lovely
You are
All these things
To me
You are
Who you are
I would drown in
Your ocean
Just to breathe
Your air
To bask in
Your sunshine
I would scream
Your name
Out loud
So I might feel,
Somehow
You could
Surround
Me.

-D.D.

For moments I wish you were near.
JmA
4 days ago

Echoes are the product of misplaced sound waves

Echoes arrive too late

Don't fall for the echoes

Don't misplace my sound waves

Paul Williams
Paul Williams
Feb 3, 2010

a silent sound
waves breaking on sand
the gull cries out

Roberta Day
Roberta Day
Jul 31, 2013

Music is moving—
like iridescent sound waves,
coloring my mood.

Sorry for the lack of haikus.
chryselle g
chryselle g
Sep 6, 2013

did you know sound waves
travel faster in warm air?

that night we stayed up,
the temperature was up there.

you must have heard my
heart straining against my ribs

because you leaned in and
silenced it with your lips

did you know sound waves
travel faster in warm air?

you must have.

thank god for physics.

Sarah Michelle
Oct 12, 2010

I am ass
inadmissibly slapped too many times
bruised and shapely underneath my jeans
moving with defening sound waves
I have grown tired of your exploitations

 
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