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E May 2020
music never left me alone
sound has never failed to make me feel
dynamics and bass never once left me
wavelengths rushing through a shallow canal
caused for greater clarity and prosperity
had i not had the vibrations rummaging through my ears
i ought of lost my mind
the reality is that i am alone
and noise protects my sanity
it keeps my mind full
to push aside mental antics
and keep myself stuffed of ideas
music never stopped my imagination
on the days i wanted to die
music kept me in a stagnant state
that allowed me to prevent harm
without the loving melodic voices
i would have stripped someones throat out
music gives me a soul
and a shoulder to lean on
when the demons come chasing after me
felt the vibe to write about music since its important to me
E May 2020
my knuckles are bruised from the day before
i am now tense and scared
for tomorrow
another battle
is equal to another day
i have to fight for dominance
when it comes to being safe
for myself
you're not going to win today
i am a soldier
a soldier who's fought great battles
a soldier who's had enough scars
who's fought hard enough
who's fought for things i shouldn't have to
strong soldier
but weak inside
i am not capable to fight against the most violent of battles
you slay my hands
my mind
my mouth
my system
i am your slave
you've won
but i have not yet lost
maybe tomorrow i'll win
but it's the beginning of what will repeat
for ever
every day
365 days
until i let myself go
and lose
but until then i will put up a fight
and fight back harder
i will win against you
i will be victorious
it will be me who's Laughing
it will be when i have come to terms with everything
i won't have to let myself go
when i find my happiness
My strength to fight back
my power is stronger with you
i am winning a battle that is endless
with you
don't die strength
i need you to go on
E May 2020
what i bring tomorrow
is never the present version of me
it is the baggage of yesterday and the past of who i am
is what i bring tomorrow.

the past is all i have
to teach me lessons not yet learned
to help me remember whats hidden
to make me better myself for tomorrow.
i have been listening to songs i adored in the past, and it always helps me recover memories i had drowned. Sometimes it is done unconsciously and other times intentional. i am using this quarantine to reflect on my character of then, and now. tomorrow waits, and she always will be.
  Apr 2020 E
Savannah N
a tree so strong
never moving
stand your ground
though confusing
to love through the night
though you can't see
to trust with blind faith
this could never be me
enduring through all
with hope so vast
loving all the while
I give hope to those steadfast
  Apr 2020 E
South-by-Southwest
There once was a garden where everything died
Even the birds had flown off to hide
The mighty oaks had lost all their branches
As for the flowers , long ago had they all of their chances

Even the sky turned black as it flew by
Then all of the clouds had to cry and cry
The floods could not wash away the pain
Those who lived there died or went insane

Laughter had been banned years ago
The crow's kaw kaw , was never a show
The only sound that was to be heard
was the wail of the missing violin's words

Under moonlight , by shadowy night
The strings cried blood and tears for sight
Even the moon overcome lost one dusty tear
to the life missing after all of these years .

One day the cry of the music stopped
The last string had now finally popped
The violin laid down in the ground
and there was never again another sound

And years had now gone on by
No one living then was left alive
There had been a revolt or so
Flowers once again started to grow

Trees sprouted out and began to bud
You could once again feel life's gentle nudge
The grass carpeted the woodland floors
and happiness returned to all once more

Now all had forgotten about the violin
But sometimes if you listen to the midnight's wind
You can hear it while it goes about tuning
for all it's sins had now long been forgiven
E Apr 2020
I find that poetry isn't confined
to rhythmic patterns but rather to keep us aligned.
I find that poetry is a vast playground
to keep us free to play and write down.
I find that poetry isn't held to the conformity
yet rather displace and be the abnormity.
I find that poetry is a place to unwind
you lay on your bed and lose track of time.
I find that poetry isn't truly as strict as it may seem to be
because when discovered the right words you fly free.
I always get inspired when reading other poems, I just wanted to write a little something.
  Apr 2020 E
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
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