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Maria Etre Aug 2017
"Look at the moon"
he said
"Here have it, with the memory
of me"
she said
SQUID Aug 2017
Tomorrow is BLUE in
Possibilities,
One stretchy beat
P----u-s-h-e-s      o-u-t     w-a-l-l-s.
thepoeticwit Aug 2017
All I'd like
right now
are some earphones

Just so I could
kick back,
relax
hear the music
slow dance in my ears

Hear
the beat
and every rhythm
swing

Look up
watch the stars
as they sing
sweet Hallelujah's

As I drive past
the night sky,
I lay back in my seat
and pretend to be
in some fantasy

A music video
could almost portray
reality

But my reality
no more
than the music
in my head

The songs not said

The lyrics
I dare breathe
if not written
much less sung aloud

No more
than
the moment
of having earphones
in my ears.
In the car, on my way home; lost my earphones
a madwoman's bra fit entirely a flaw as
a greenbrier there she needn't to true but
to her on this roof by the stream then on
the way with her wickedness in boots
as she reverberates mountains upon her
stockings and lively spirit exhibited by taut
*** and misnomer of any malcontented rap
a rap in speed and dire circumstances
Haruharu Jul 2017
A heart once filled with so much love..

Now grey, slowly turning into stone.

Love is fading, it's getting hard to feel.

A heart so tired it's shutting down.

With every beat it gets colder.

Another heart lost to the dark.

No more wasted love.
Maggie Jun 2017
Play the music
Stop. Repeat.
I'm getting addicted to the beat

A song of love
Of sorrow. Of happiness.
I can't believe I'm in this mess

Play the music
Stop. Repeat.
Tears fall down
For such beautiful sound

A beat that I have always known
A heart that I can't call my own
"He gave me songs, I wrote him poems"
Elliott Jun 2017
i ****** myself every night,
your memory being the weapon.

i saw you last week in my dreams and
you beat me with the thought of you

i stood still, covered
in blue, still
you never having to beat me black.

Do you remember the
night of cold; a thick blanket of
snow and anger frosted
over your frozen body?

i
laughed at
the complementing contrast,
and i beat me with my memory
again.
K Balachandran Jun 2017
I would trust a word,
only when I could
go beyond it's
crusty outer shell,
fleshy girth, as well
and feel the heart
pulsating, making
red blood coursing
through the veins
speaking earnest truth
as heart beats,
what makes all words
other than this one
redundant, for that
moment in time,
stops my heart
with wonder,happiness
grief or ebullience
or many a other shades
when I intimately
knows that word.
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2017
Respect the beat

they dance wild to
the rhythm

it reminds them
of life and breath

The beat always
be... Mama...

Always listen for it

ground yourself
by it
to be yourself

She is the beat
unto you

find your own truth
thru your own breath...

To thine own
beat be true
Breath and beat are interchangable
sara May 2017
i watched as she took my pulse
and wondered who was there to take hers?
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