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Sammie Oct 2017
So life finally asks me to make a choice,
but of all the options nothing seems wise.
"It will make you stronger and brave
For the journey till your own grave",
she said with all her guts
without listening to any of my ifs and buts.
First recourse is to skip the beat,
as under the shade a traveler still feels the heat
cuz it can not gift him the cold calm breeze,
losing all higher notes and the keys
Separate the words is another way out
and never ever question what it is all about,
as without words only the music stays
until after it is never played.
The best of both is to get rid of the song,
so that the lane you walk will no more be long.
Rhythm and lyrics, both, would then stay
while the song would be off on a never ending holiday!
Simone Gabrielli Oct 2017
This land still sings your silent song
I chased it West under suspension bridges
In the empty whiskey bottles along Mississippi railroad tracks
In the sound of sugar sweet air in blue humid mornings
and the cool breath of absinthe sipped by the riverside
flanked by banana leaves.
Heard it in the breeze of swamp-side Cyprus trees, over swaying docks to rod iron French Quarter balconies, above the Bourbon street children drumming hymns of the Bayou's soul.
Maria Etre Oct 2017
There is no wrong
in falling foolishly
for the things
that make you feel alive
as there is no greater feeling
than a beating heart
that still
simply
beats
the sea of marching madness
each face a life
a heartbeat
each one with a different beat
a purpose
a hope
under the surface
a light
a darkness
each smile
each wave
goodbye, hello
next thing you know
a smile gone
the heartbeat breaks
air unmoved
no nothing quakes
it was a face
a life
a beat erased
each beat is beat.
franny Sep 2017
i hate you,
i hate the way that you beat me when i come home late
i hate the way you yell at me when your wrong
i hate that you are always mad
i hate that you think you are superior to me
but i love you,
i love that you love me
i love that you gave me life
i love that you support me in everything i do
i love that you would give anything for me to be happy
but despite all of this love and hate,
i can't be your favorite daughter
i can't pretend to love you when at times i can't like you
i can't support you anymore
and most of all
i can't continue to live with your suffocating, pestering, raw, unperceptive demenor.
i'm sorry
Lunar Aug 2017
the drummer boy’s
existence is emphasized
not during holidays
or birthdays
but rather onstage
where he’s the true conductor
of the band
I see him as the heart of the band
the lifeline which pumps strength
and keeps the blood flowing

because it is only through his heart
and his beats
when the strings know when to strum
when the cords know when to sing
when the keys know when to play

whenever he’s onstage
whenever the heart beats
it is not only the song which lives
but the band as well
for YDW
you're feeling 22
keep drumming
and living
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
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