the stitches in my thigh are
healing so now we can all shake hands
and watch the money
poor in. the bombs are not coming,
please come out from
under your desks, you are safe
now and if im being honest
the desks wouldn’t protect you
from the shrieks of a
war plane. they sound
like nothing you’ve
a frequency you unlocked
just for this
particular pain. you can almost see
the sound pour into your ear drums
like a bartender mixing
the ***** and the cranberry.
it sounds like 6am
it sounds like the same song
over and over.
before i say
only your hand only
as i can not do
my nations habits' prevent me
my will blame me
as i want to see
you so clear
as an angel comes near
and kidnapped a wealth
that for me my worth
but i will have no mercy
into the inner spirit ear
I love you
and enforce taking your heart
and run away
could you catch me?
the love makes every thing so white and clear. the black point goes away.
There are so many words you can speak
to friends with no ears,
that when you are heard
your world becomes copious
A friend with one ear
can listen to everything
multiple times. They
listen with a myriad of mediums
so you can marinate, but
they don't tell you about the stain
on your shirt and that something
on your face that others see
and point at and call you sloppy.
The friend with two ears
create a surround sound
that even you can hear.
Plentiful projections pour
out of your mind,
finally on the mend
after years of malnourished, stagnating
sessions of hours wasted
writing words to be hidden
and unheard of.
I had to stop here, but it may be unfinished. Let me know if you think I should keep working on this
welcome to my wilderness years
spent trapped with hope and fears
dressed in a veil of toxic tears
riding a cycle of life which veers
towards anxiety's extreme frontiers
front ears, the most eerie of ears
in an era of lost working careers
careering to a cliff edge that nears
'til the depressive dust cloud clears
driven away by listening engine ears
identifying with rebellious mutineers
and creative bohemian pioneers
PJ Harvey rather than Britney Spears
the altruistic and the volunteers
I live a life in all their spheres
not searching for 1,2 or 3 cheers
as the only rhyme left is gondoliers!
Just a bit of Friday for fun my fellow Hello Poetry contributors. Have a grand weekend!
Every cell holds a sacred memory.
Learn the language of the body.
It speaks when you ask it to.
Lend an ear to yourself,
Start listening to yourself.
The secret is right here.
Coded within every fibre.
Humanity's greatest treasure.
Who out there has beans in their ears
The beans could be brains, they don't make it clear
Where did they come from, I want to know
Will they come out, I really hope so
Are the beans put there by your very own Teacher
I don't think so, maybe it was the Preacher
Are they put there for any kind of cause
Who knows for sure, it makes one take pause
I know I was told not to put them there
That's all I remember, I thought I would share....!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 179
This song is real people...
Who remembers this ****?
i feel like
is pinching my flesh.
pinching my elbows
on my neck
won't leave me alone.
I punch holes in my ears
To mask the pain of the holes in my heart
That she created when she left.
my hand was trembled
my eyes were troubled
my heart was vibrated
my ear was opened
then it was closed
my hand could not write
equal to your smart
the love is the greatest sense was created since early