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Derrek Estrella 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.
Sarah Jean Ashby Aug 2011
Written December 7, 2010*

I can't get the words from my head to the paper
They're up there, I know it
Just behind locked doors.

I don't need structure
I don't need a **** thesis statement
What I really need
Is Freedom of Expression.
And this is what I did instead of writing my Abnormal Psych. paper. This was much easier. Ha
carolyn Jan 2017
If my pen leaves the paper I will die.
If my pen leaves the paper I will die.
If my pen leaves the paper I will die.
I can hear a voice,
A melody,
That he, rejoice,
It echoes in tune,

From morn until noon,
Lacking the apathy,
That senses the mood,
No signal, no choice,

It flow inside a symphony,
But just so moist,
Slipping through reality,
He jumps out, and is gone, like a loon.
LJ Jun 2016
Stair-cased cascades of my life
Primed in compositions of oils
Blended on walls and artistic impressions
A touch of lies to make us believe
As we scream as high where the sky pipes
Tuning on the fabric of the universal ship
A drink and another, a mother of another
As we hear a song that sums the trance
Take me to a world far from this reality
where the pyramid extends above the puzzle
Take me to a place, escapism of the dimension
a destination where the triangle peaks and sums
Take me to a planet that is rooted in eternity
a precedence that assigns my nominated contract
Take me to a yesterday when the torrential rains fell
the replication of my mutilation and multiplication
Take me to a today, where cities are my travelled anthems
the adventure of the short-lived untamed trajectory
Take me to a tomorrow, where mystics rules in clues
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
sometimes
comes
in
a
dream
from
so
far
within
this
cage
of
bone
i­t
seems
to
have
no
connection
to
me
at
all

until
i
awaken
and
he­ar
its
refrains

its
memory
remains

i
have
no
need
to
force
it

­and
consciousness
simply
wanes

i sit at the piano

i wait

put my fingers to the keys
the song i remember

just

flows

out

of

their

tips



       i deserve no laud      

i don't write the music

it
is
written

by

GOD



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2013
rewritten (c) 3/2/2016
repost/rewrite
kb inspired me to post
this again
with his write
"The pianist"
J J Feb 2016
I dream of a composed future
Of better composition than this rhyme
One where my eyes ignite at the sight
Of opportunity to bring forth old time
And to replace each painful breath with
Another's aspiration, who's be similar to mine

I dream of a collected future
Better still than this collection of lines
One where I only hear peace like
In nearby fields, where
Another can gather this rationale
So may his fingers be with hers
intertwined

I dream of a fulfilled future
For it's merely half full, at this time
One with the sensation of
Elation, relief and no condemnation
Solitude with her, from the past
Simplicity making this last, the
Serenity within that they both share

I dream of a future, I know that isn't there.
Dhaye Margaux Oct 2015
Mayroong isang awiting nais kong marinig
Isang mapagpala at malamyos na tinig
Mayroong isang pangarap na nais kong matupad
Dito sa puso ko'y isa lang  ang aking hangad

Mayroong isang halamang nais kong mahagkan
Nag-iisang bulaklak na may angking kariktan
Mayroong isang pangakong iaalay ko sa iyo
Sa buhay kong ito'y tanging ikaw aking mundo

Koro:
Paglisan ko'y walang iiwanang luha
Paglisan ko'y hindi wakas kundi isang simula
Iiwanan kong bakas ay kahapong walang sigla
Haharapin ko ang ngayon at ang bukas na masaya
Paglisan ko'y hindi wakas, paglisan ko'y pagdating
Sa isang buhay na may pangakong lakas,
Pag-asa at pag-ibig na wagas
Paglisan sa kahapon
Pagdating sa 'king magiging bukas

Mayroong isang damdaming sinikap itago
Pagtahak sa isang landas na di nais mabago
Pagyakap sa liwanag, paghalik sa pag-asa
Maaari nang ipagsigawan, maari nang magsaya

>Koro<
I miss my keyboard. Perhaps this semestral break, I can do this.
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