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Melody
F/California    My works can describe me better.
Melody Goodner
24/F/seattle, wa.    wife // mother
Melody Millett

Poems

Sherri Harder Oct 2014
Melody maker
with joyous sound.
Melody maker
dance, skip, and float around.
Melody maker
rhythm and blues.
Melody maker
musical hues.
Melody maker
sing me a song.
Melody maker
I'll dance along.
Melody maker
swing, jazz, or tap
Melody maker
hip, hop and rap.
Melody maker
acoustic, band, or lullaby.
melody maker
don't your gift deny.
melody maker
heartbeat and dance.
melody maker
words are not trance.
melody maker
hear my words drum a beat.
melody maker
feel the rhythm, passion, and heat.
melody maker
harmony
melody maker
I whisper these notes to you of poetry.
Mercia  Aug 2018
Melody
Mercia Aug 2018
His melody
My melody
Sunshine
Jolly good fakers we are
Jolly good people we not
We gave the world sparkles
But we held no sparkles in heart
We suffered
We lived pretence

His melody
My melody
Darkness
Tears like the desert I held
Hidden tears he shed
Silence he pained
Oblivious I was
Silence he cries
Oblivious I am
Silence he will torture
Oblivious I will be

His melody
My melody
Confusion
He hid his pain
His fake life read by the world
No true form shown
His skin bitten off by societies boundaries.

His melody
My melody
Death
Slowly he fades
Slowly the desert waters
He gave up
He gave up pretending
He gave up giving sparkles
He gave up trying to live for those who saw
Saw the real him

My melody
No longer do I want it
My tears are my remedy
No longer do I hold it

I've lost my Sunshine
I'm losing my love
I'll lose my sanity

Melody
I hear the flute
Its joyful melody.
I see my wife
Our daughter Melody.
I think of my wife
And her full of life
With our daughter, Melody.

I hear the crash
And then the tuba.
I hear naught else
It's just the tuba.
I think of the life
Who destroyed my wife
Our cursed daughter, Melody.

I hear trombones
It's getting better.
I see the day
It's getting brighter.
I think of the life
That destroyed my life
My blameless daughter, Melody.

I hear the horns
Their far-spread high-notes.
But mostly horns
And mostly low notes.
I think of my wife
And the love of her life
Our damning daughter, Melody.

I hear the trumpet
The different rhythm.
It has some movement
But mostly rhythm.
It's not the same
But it'll do
My beautiful daughter, Melody.

I hear clarinets
Their soaring melody.
Reminds me so much of
My daughter Melody.
Who came out of strife
To salvage my life
My angel daughter, Melody.
Nothing like this actually happened to me, I just wanted to capture the recovery of someone that this has happened to. If something like this has happened to you, and this is way off, please let me know.