Shanks - Hello Poetry

I lie awake. The half moon, whose soft white shine invades my room and makes the tears that rest on my cheeks sparkle; illuminates half of my face so that the moon and I can become a whole. Only me and the silence of 2 A.M. Outside goes the party-goer -knackered and filled with a portion of fresh memories that won't be found in the morning- to his rest. Only he and the silence of 2 A.M. Outside stumbles the drunkard -with repressed thoughts and events that he couldn't erase out of his memory by a bottle- to his end. Only he and the silence of 2 A.M. Outside staggers the broken one -with blood that’s drowning in wine and as red as the lips of the woman he tries to forget- to his death. Only he and the silence of 2 AM. L.T.

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Shanks

Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC

littlediscobal

Moon

I lie awake. The half moon, whose soft white shine invades my room and makes the tears that rest on my cheeks sparkle; illuminates half of my face so that the moon and I can become a whole. Only me and the silence of 2 A.M. Outside goes the party-goer -knackered and filled with a portion of fresh memories that won't be found in the morning- to his rest. Only he and the silence of 2 A.M. Outside stumbles the drunkard -with repressed thoughts and events that he couldn't erase out of his memory by a bottle- to his end. Only he and the silence of 2 A.M. Outside staggers the broken one -with blood that’s drowning in wine and as red as the lips of the woman he tries to forget- to his death. Only he and the silence of 2 AM. L.T.

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To heal my angst, I press play To the melody, I sway. A voice divine, close to my ear Lyrics of love, I hear. I float as pitch reaches heights Holding on to words, I take flight! I bathe in beautiful bars A tiny gleam in my broken heart. A warm gust of bass Reverberates through that empty space Where my soul once was, Now lost to a lost love - a lost love. The lulling blend of piano notes (I shut my eyes, I dream, I hope) Moves me right in front of you. Where I say I do and you say it to. We crash, you fade, a cymbal Press your finger to my lips, a symbol. You're gone. I weep as silent as your love. And so I'm here, with music, floating above. The bass clef notes wail I hear... How I failed. The treble clef notes shrill I feel... The thrill! And I bathe in beautiful bars. That tiny gleam in my heart? Burns brighter now with every drum beat. And finally I'm standing on my own two feet. Now. A new reality I can see. Without you. Without me.

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC

Shanks

Sway

To heal my angst, I press play To the melody, I sway. A voice divine, close to my ear Lyrics of love, I hear. I float as pitch reaches heights Holding on to words, I take flight! I bathe in beautiful bars A tiny gleam in my broken heart. A warm gust of bass Reverberates through that empty space Where my soul once was, Now lost to a lost love - a lost love. The lulling blend of piano notes (I shut my eyes, I dream, I hope) Moves me right in front of you. Where I say I do and you say it to. We crash, you fade, a cymbal Press your finger to my lips, a symbol. You're gone. I weep as silent as your love. And so I'm here, with music, floating above. The bass clef notes wail I hear... How I failed. The treble clef notes shrill I feel... The thrill! And I bathe in beautiful bars. That tiny gleam in my heart? Burns brighter now with every drum beat. And finally I'm standing on my own two feet. Now. A new reality I can see. Without you. Without me.

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The aroma of, the aroma of your despair. You draw back from my trembling hand I say we were, we were the perfect pair. Cigarette smoke, make me a ghost not a man. The way I sob, I sob to silent sound The speaker above telling me how to grieve. Bury me. Bury me in those coffee mounds! Murmur, mumbles, inaudible speech But I can hear, I can hear all that you say Your lips curve like a crescent moon Falling from, falling from night into day. Curious eyes passing over this darkened room. I can't, can't dive into another's conversation Her beauty cracks open. Spills As all I hear, all I hear is her ululation. I mourn the death of us; she killed.

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC

Shanks

Coffee and Conversation

The aroma of, the aroma of your despair. You draw back from my trembling hand I say we were, we were the perfect pair. Cigarette smoke, make me a ghost not a man. The way I sob, I sob to silent sound The speaker above telling me how to grieve. Bury me. Bury me in those coffee mounds! Murmur, mumbles, inaudible speech But I can hear, I can hear all that you say Your lips curve like a crescent moon Falling from, falling from night into day. Curious eyes passing over this darkened room. I can't, can't dive into another's conversation Her beauty cracks open. Spills As all I hear, all I hear is her ululation. I mourn the death of us; she killed.

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