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Osiria Melody Mar 23
From the initial note of
breath,
You conduct your musical
composition of life

Each day is a repeat sign
A commencement of anew
Flow through the dynamics
of emotions,
Embrace the crescendos and
diminuendos of life's trials
and tribulations

Some days smile like the
legato sun (progress)
Other days weep like the
staccato moon (stagnancy)
And so you produce pages
upon pages of the music
of life

play, rest, play, rest

Until the time has come for
you to
Confront the solemn
final double-bar line of death
If you could,
Would you take the chance
to listen to your musical
composition of life?



Melody
3/23/19
Life is like a box of musical compositions. You never know what's going to play.
Xallan Feb 13
my hands are round instead of flat, now if only
my thoughts were stored in my hands
my brains and some motor control
some real talent besides empty words
my hands are similar enough to my mind

my thinking has become soft and flabby
my digits do the same wrong movements
I refrain from stretching out for what I want
my skin is so delicate I fear I may tear it
my cells liable to break under slight duress

my fingers small and deformed, clumsy
always falling short when I reach for the bar
my fingertips live in a numb icy nether
my circulation is clearly beyond subpar
my heartbeat second-rate and slowing

I wonder why my immense sky is so limiting
my body is my graven image I dare not pray to
my manifestation of an inferior mind
my burning bush is barely a flicker
as time oxidizes my single lonely existence
Arianna Oct 2018
Je rêve de la neige
Velouteuse
En hiver
Qui enterre la terre, doucement,

Descendant

Comme les ailes d’un cygne, enveloppant,

Le forêt noir

Fantôme

Dans le froid.
Playing with rhythm in French.
Clelia Albano Sep 2018
My tears draw the
aerial view of a thick
wood, where the hands
of a ghost, carved an
easel whose flavour
brims my mouth with
crimson and purple.
Inspiration.
My tears draw the
shattered background
of a blurred photo of
green patches hanging
on an empty road.
Grief.
My tears draw branches
of olive trees kissing the
foam of the sea of sigh and
whispers.
Melancholy.
My tears draw palm lines.
They read long life
and well being.
Betrayal.
My tears draw the shape
of his eyes, wide open on
my consistency, as vibrant
as a melody of an arcane
chant, the fingerprints of
his protective gestures,
the circle of fire of his
embrace.
Love.
After I learned of Rose-Lynn Fisher project of visual investigation of the tears I was powerfully inspired… the result, in fact, was stunning. Through the microscope she discovered that for each emotion tears give a different image…
Love is more than sightless we know.
Love is the whole thing,
everything in this world;
- you can do either good or bad,
right or wrong,
in kindness or selfishness
- literally just for ourselves or to anyone else we genuinely love.
Love has it all labels – it’s all about us how we give love neither an evil nor a brilliant name.
Yanamari Jun 2018
With every note that flows
Every stage that goes
I get closer to an end
Maybe closer to you

Every staccato that unfolds
Overlapping that legato left untold
Moves me closer to an end
A stage ending with you

Every rise
And every fall
I hope
To find you

So used to the idea
Of two different melodies
Starting together instantaneously...
That I so desperately want you

But as the arrangement continues to flow
In a cadence of escalating ostinato
The hope that there is a stretto or
Chord progression... Slowly weakens with the idea of you

So much so that
Every beat resonates within me deeper
And courses through my veins
Almost leaving no space
For you

The pain left in every note that
Brings me closer to the end
Twists you into a syncopation
And I into a ballad of bottomless commiseration

I just...
I pray to God
That my composition ends
In the best quality it could ever be.
Incomplete
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
Verse 1:
I want to take you to a paradise
where everything is just cool and nice
Come take the journey in my spaceship
That I built using the components of friendship.

refrain:
Come with me, come with me
Come with me to a brand new world
Come with me, come with me
Come and become my all in all.

Come with me, come with me
Come slice like a Samurai's sword
Come with me, come with me
Come with me, come help me stand tall.

Verse 2:
Come let me take you on a long romantic holiday
Come with me and help me write the melody
To the love song that we'll sing on our honeymoon
Come let's soar beyond the stars and the moon.

©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018
Love song came come nowhere, I don't even have a melody.Well, I have to find me a singer I guess.
Derrek Faraday Oct 2017
Orange lights in District Naught
The blues and browns sigh a shot
Runner reds and timid towns
Are weeping

Shame over what was sown
To exist in all unknowns
A self-given name
To hop over mountains

Dreaming in Burgundy
Must now be somebody
Oh!

Fleeting, Fleeting
Fleeting, Teeming

Limbic lights follow sheets
Of cruising clowns on the street
Nomad beds and vivid crowns
Are sweeping

Stand over District Joy
Join the sun convoy
This drifter came
From mountains for love’s fountain

Fleet-footed Carnaby
Must now be entropy
Oh!

Breathing, Breathing
Breathing, Feeling
Aidan A Jul 2017
I'm feeling
Down
Like no ones *******
Interested,
Feeling
Frowned
Upon as if my choices
Aren't my
Own
Tired of the voices
Constantly telling me
That I should be further,
Telling me that
I have no right
To feel
Worth

****,
But I can almost taste it in the air,
Just know this was a long time coming.
You ***** will learn to see,
There's no denying me -
And the rest of you will soon be crumbling
Down

I've tried to bolster your will
I see no need to but, still
I'll bring the fear that they will drown under,
The frontline disaster -
Learn to do with and without
If not, get the **** out
Before you're faced with
A force you didn't reckon
Could tear you a new one

****,
But I can almost taste it in the air,
Just know this was a long time coming.
You ***** will learn to see,
There's no denying me -
And the rest of you will soon be crumbling
Down

I am shaking now from the suspense
Can't wait to see you eat your own words
*****, you lost before this started
Rest well, dearly departed
And the rest of you will soon be crumbling
Down
Draft of a song I'm working on.
Fun fact : this is the only song I have composed with the use of profanity.
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