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RA  Jan 2014
earworm
RA Jan 2014
Your religion is
an earworm, curled around
my feeble brain. All day I
find myself singing praises of

your god, my
former salvation. Your religion dances
around my tired mind, enchanting

my ears even as
my heart rebels. I am
in the shower, trying
not to sing my love to
the cold tile walls, the
streaming hot water, the

house as my family listens to
the notes pour out of
my open mouth. טוב
להודות ל' ולזמר
לשמך עליון they

sing in voices like
brightly feathered birds circling
the light of
His countenance. Your god
is strong, and gives of
his strength freely to those

who can follow him faithfully. I
find myself incapable, and yet
your melodies ensnare me. This blessing
of musicality, gifted directly

from hours of sitting rapt, in
your house of worship, is also
my curse. I cannot forget
the source of my love affair
with the rise and fall
of your adoring exaltations
and all music.
January 5, 2014
J L James  Oct 2018
Rejection
J L James Oct 2018
Rejection is an earworm
Playing in your head,
"Not here, not now."
Sharpen the pencil lead.
Rejection should inspire good, better, best.
NeroameeAlucard  Sep 2016
Earworm
NeroameeAlucard Sep 2016
I swear you've become the earworm, that gets stuck in my head
Your eyes are like falling rhinestones, like Gorillaz said.
Why I have to be so far away... that's something around which I couldn't begin to wrap my head

Even when I've got sunshine in a bag, the future is still rather uncertain
Because sometimes my life is more unpredictable than the spread of vermin
But...

If i had to pick someone to navigate those uncertain tides
To listen to my ******* on long car rides
I'd pick you in a heartbeat
..
Hell maybe even a seizure induced spasm
Pyrrha  Jul 2018
Earworm
Pyrrha Jul 2018
You've been in my head again
Refusing to leave like the earworm you are
So through paper and thick black ink
I will write you away
Earworm is a term used for something stuck in your head
Chris  Jul 2019
Earworm
Chris Jul 2019
The earworm
In my head
Had made it
To my brain
And eaten
What little's
Left
Enjoy.
Genevieve Wakutz  Apr 2014
Chorus
Genevieve Wakutz Apr 2014
Clever sticky earworm
Tricky mess stuck in my head
Like crazy glue and torn fragments
Never complete but always repeating

Clever sticky earworm
Tricky mess stuck in my head
Get out get out get out
Always repeating

Clever sticky earworm
POSSIBLE May 2022
God is spoken
From a potent Thing
we smoking Trees

Gaia birthed the bloom
breathed the boom
in the canopies,

In the wind flew the bees
and grew the pleasantries

Prana pushing
thunder through

sQuishing lemon trees  
like a hundred new

Whisps of mists
and heavy deeds
Sit with honeydew

The gist of this
the lemon breeze
(We) Going tunnel view

Fits and Shakes,
seeking remedies
digging under you

Might be
dicking under you

Might be
Torn asunder true

Pirate borne to plunder you....
Sweat means gold,

what's been found
with lemon -ease?

I've been told
What in our eyes
is what we ever see's

7 seas,
more like 7 deeds,
filled with deadly feeds

Demons like to pleade
with ready rease,

Virus, the life that
spread disease

(it alters our sense
and what we please)

~Ahem,  

no te comas
la verdad
del diablo,
  

today to trust
Might feel bad, but
none brought low

There's an easy in
WE  Strong Standin',
N0ne brought low

and now we win
amen, a man
none start south

Its begun...

Light as
Potent as my prayers
**** the make-believe
I can't wear it, ah

Dark is
Ever reaching
What do you receive?
What you carrying hah?

Balance
(Is) an even preaching :
What we choose to be
*I can bear it ; hah

Come  and help me unweave
those who have been so deceived

Those stuck in in the mud of ...
sputtering " how can it be ?"

**** the you or me, mentality
When Neurons Fire free
and Serotonins drained in me

You Might find Saraswati
sweetly swathing me

In glowing rivers,

poured off the moon
With Omens looming soon

With Omens looming soon
I been choking on my doom.

Dreaming
with Both eyes open

and a heart awoken ,
poorly stoking gloom

Too blind to see hope
but stoked, still
mocking roving

Vroom : im off to tokin soon.
****t this blunt be totaled soon

I Might be total loon
an inverted magic man

who most often enwomb
those caught on the moon

Those stuck in the tune
For those who hear
this earworm, this tea room sloom.

This is for Those muted in zoom:

I've found traction in heaps
Breaking as hard and often

As the risen yeast
When you pass on the least

My Passion is to find
the passion of peace

its Stuck In the  grasp
Fashioned with the sap

of my last energies...
This is for the wynd
BMS Poetry Club Dec 2012
Write about that song you just can't get out of your head, or adopt this as a metaphor.
Hey, I just met you.
And this is crazy
But here's my number
So call me maybe.
WordWerks Mar 2022
you're a songless earworm,
a mind loop.  you keep bubbling,
percolating, rhythmically
strumming my ability
to think of anything else.  

i can't get you out of my mind.
Julie Grenness  Jan 2017
EARWORM!
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Yes, sad but true,
Is this real to you?
I have earworms, do you?
Songs in my brain,
On my thought train,
I sing along every day,
Earworms on my brain, Yah!
Feedback welcome.
Bre  Aug 2019
Earworm
Bre Aug 2019
When you can taste the music
That’s been spinning
And twisting
Through the exhausted thoughts
And panicked memories
That’s when you know
That the thrumming of
Your heart is actually
The beat to a song
Sometimes forgotten
But still beautiful
That feeling at 3 AM when your skin is stretched too thin and you’re manically happy and upset and haven’t slept properly in days
Emma Jenny  Jan 2016
Earworm
Emma Jenny Jan 2016
It’s like a song, sometimes.
One that is loud, clear spoken
and can’t escape the head
despite tricks and tries of other phrases,
other verses,
tunes or talents.
It plays over and over
consuming the will to ponder all else.

And then it fades,
somehow,
no one really knows.
It simply stops
like a consecutive set of hiccups that was once churning the insides of a suffering gut.
It drifts somewhere,
with the thin idea that it may appear some other day.

Without a word of depart,
the song finds its way into a tunnel of another mind.
Consuming and repeating,
loud and clear spoken,
unable to escape the head.

And suddenly
I long for it to return.
The gumption,
the sentimental sincerity,
and I wish I had simply let my song sing itself.

— The End —