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ce-walalang Feb 20
...i love thee with a head full of dreams i try to empty out the ocean with a spoon

...i love thee to the level of all i can think about is you
...where love is the only thing left that’s true

...i love thee with every teardrop that is a waterfall
...with every magic and miracles

...and with this feeling i live for, this everglow
...and as the scientist declares, nobody said it was easy

...i shall but love thee better after we face death and all his friends
how do i love thee coldplay
ce-walalang Feb 13
...i love thee to the deepest blue
...with the speed of sound a sky full of stars

...i love thee from daylight to midnight clocks turn—a whisper of amazing day

...i love thee freely, as stars shine yellow

...i love thee purely, as charlie brown’s cartoon heart
part 1 of 2
Daniel Mashburn Aug 2019
I wasn’t there, but I still see that image of you in the front seat of your car. The lights were on and it was a hot and humid morning; the sun was just coming up.

I remember that hollow feeling in my chest and the knots in my stomach when she told me in the doorway of the office; it’s that same feeling that I get.

I made phone calls to all our old friends to make sure they heard it from a familiar voice than read it in cold, dead words from a screen.

Mike asked if I was kidding, but remarked I would never joke like this. I heard the faintness in his voice. I heard the aching on his breath.

I was dressed in black that Saturday morning sitting patiently behind that wall that separated me from my friends. The guitar sat idly on the ground; my hands trembled from the anxiousness.

I stood up in front of the most people I’d ever seen in one place. I looked out and saw so many familiar faces that I hadn’t seen in years. And I lamented to myself that it had been so long, and it’s been even longer still.

My shaking hands strummed out a simple song my voice croaked with regret; but I sand that song for you, my friend, and I’ve played it only


MissingKid Dec 2018
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
You know, you know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry
mjad Apr 2018
He dropped the Hotwheel car as if it had suddenly become a bomb
Because over the store's speakers came his favorite song
He grabbed my hands and held my eyes with his stare
The second he started singing I knew I began to truly care
In my heart I knew we weren't just friends anymore
He sang the birth of feelings that I hadn't felt for him before
He went from a desire to a need in just one verse of Coldplay's Yellow
My heartbeat went from uninterested to the opposite of mellow
An announcement interrupted my personal Pick'n Save serenade
But I'll never forget that moment that felt like fireworks after a parade
I melted a little inside tbh
Ethan Hartley Jan 2018
It "Hurts Like Heaven", So I try to find my "Paradise".
I guess it's just "Us Against The World", but our love may go "Up In Flames" and "Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall", remember you'll always be my "Princess of China".  

We find "A Hopeful Transmission" back to home, I go ask "Charlie Brown" what to do as a "U.F.O" takes us "Up with the Birds" to the planet "Mylo Xyloto" in the galaxy of "M.M.I.X" where our love will never be damaged.

There is no "Major Minus" that will **** us here. "Don't Panic", we're not "Lost", let's go over to that "Strawberry Swing" where we can "Talk" and say "A Message" that brings us to a "Shiver". Always hold onto the fact that "We never Change" our ways, but the "Twisted Logic" of love can bring us "Swallowed in the Sea".

We try to find a way back to "Square One", but there is still "Trouble" close by.
We are at "High Speed" in our hearts,  we know there is still "Sparks" between us but we don't go together like "X&Y".

I try to "Fix You" but the "The Hardest Part" is time as "Clocks" race and we separate.

We go to "Violet Hill" as your "Green Eyes" never looked so beautiful. The feelings swirling around reminds me of how "God put a Smile Upon Your Face" as the love and sadness of  a "Warning Sign" is in feeling.

You leave to "Amsterdam" and I stay as you leave behind "A Whisper" of love in my soul.

There will always be "What if" and "Everything's Not Lost" but that's all behind us now in "White Shadows"
A poem made with Coldplay song titles from Parachutes era - Mylo Xyloto era.
AvengingPoet Aug 2017
No I am not
But I hope I can craft a world of pure positivity around purposeful corners
of each turning page of my perhaps pointless life.

It seems as though computerized cynics control the contentious world
contemplating ways to make us all feel the same
situations in which we attack each other and blame

Instead of all of this I am fixing the car once again
again asking what am I doing
don’t know if I’m doing anything at all
and that’s okay now

My blood is still flowing and my breathing still intact
Instincts and intuition still alive and my emotional intelligence is blooming
but I’m on the up&up
on my constant wave of peace and love

Not trying to hurt anyone
Just trying to get by
but I’m not much of anything
and that’s okay
and that’s okay.

At the very least I know I’m on the up&up
flying high
always flying high

blood still flowing
close my mind for awhile
and realize I’m still here
And that’s what matters

AvengingPoet Jul 2017
My fears feel quaint and strange these days
I remember a time when my head was filled with dreams
Yet my creativity has gone done the gutter
Losing it like a rush of blood to the head

And yet I’m far away from the one I love
A distinct summer that is warm and humid
Yet in reality is cold and bitter
Again, a rush of blood to the head

I’m not sure if I have my eyes on the prize anymore
I wanted to make it so big
Those dreams have faded away into the dust only at 21
I find myself craving different tastes

I want to find myself in comfort, want to get by
Have a kid or two or three
Make some money
Teach in the long hallways
Simply live a life with my wife

Yet I remember the years of high school
Thinking I could be better than everyone else
Maybe not be another family in the suburbs
Yet all the sudden I want that
The thing I supposedly wasn’t crazy about

Is this a bad thing?
Or simply replacing another thing with another thing?

Or did my old dreams ever want a chance of seeing the light of day?
Maybe they did not

All I’m asking for is one more light
My questions may be answered then

For now I tend to a garden
where I cater to my simple hopes I hold onto in this day and age

Everything else faded away years ago.
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