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AnonEMouse Apr 2018
I didn't know I was lost
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
I'll guide you home no matter where you are
lost in your eyes drowning in blue
you can be the sunlight & I'll be the dawn
Sometimes I get a good feeling
cause I see you for you and your beautiful scars
without you I'd be lost at sea
Do you still believe in one another?
After all this time, tell me can't you feel
I wouldn't be what I am today
So hollow in a world without you
like a river running free
I've been watching you, hurting too
one day you'll leave this world behind so live a life you will remember
for a Better day, my dreams are made of gold
Do you think about me when the crowd is gone
won't let you fade into darkness
shadows that live in your heart
why worry now
You'll be safe
hold my hand just in case
I see you behind those tired eyes
but we made a promise to never grow old
like the wind we'll be wild and free
This is a compilation of all Avicii lyrics from the following songs. I felt a profound sadness to hear of his passing today. May you rest easy, you have inspired many.
I could be the one
Levels
Waiting for love
Addicted to you
Hey brother
Lonely Together
My feelings for you
For a better day
Feeling good
Dear boy
Fade into darkness
You be love
Broken arrows
Without you
Sunset jesus
The days
So excited
Phantom Poet Dec 2017
EDM
Behind every song is a story,
Some moody,
Even EDM has a story,
It is a powerful story,
With unknown sounds creates,
A musical mystery,
For People it's just "sounds",
Sounds mixed and thrown together,
But it may sound all messy,
Scattered and unorganized,
But to create that ball of excitement,
The music is carefully analysed,
Up untill the last note,
Everything is precisely predicted,
Sounds unorganized,
Creations is organised,
Making it is perfection,
An artist work,
I was trying to emphasize on how much effort music producers have to take to create an EDM track
helena alexis Sep 2017
she met molly at a festival
molly made her happy
molly made her dance
molly made her forget

we’re gonna be best friends forever
molly whispered in her ear

she popped another
forever and ever
she replied with a smile
took molly at a rave and decided to write about it
ollie Sep 2017
I do things for the rush
Yeah, I've got some anxiety
God, it really can take over me
But I do things for the rush
I do things for the kick
I know I'm scared of all things, but rollercoasters don't make me sick
I love people for the rush and I know who I am as well
Well, I guess I don't
But the rush of that is amazing
A rush is often enough to crush my spirit for months
I am quiet
I am gone and down and silent
But sometimes
I listen to EDM
Not to give myself a rush
But to prepare myself for one
Because I'm scared of the rush but I also live for it
I live for the euphoria
And the night
I live for the fact that I'll feel like I can take flight
And leave this place
But I know I'll look back
Cause I live for people and the rush they give me
I love for their euphoria
And this poem's probably boring you
But I have too many words in my head and nowhere near enough time to get them down
So listen to me think
Until I don't
Until I don't and I feel the rush of life again
It'll take a while
But I am patient
And I am scared
I am all too willing to wait
So I wrote this tonight? Idk when I listen to EDM it gives me a massive adrenaline rush sometimes, which is why I've been listening to it more often(thanks Levi). But I guess this is about the adrenaline rush and the fact that whenever I've met my closer friends for the first time they always seem to give me a burst of bravery and euphoria. I'm pretty sure I have a poem called Adrenaline that I wrote in early June, so that's also cool beans.
Grace Aug 2017
You’ve got your disks ready, your tracks loaded
Your club full, your drugs in
Laptop in front of your fingers
Fiddle with the house rig, call the sound guy back
One more time
Check the setup, recheck the setup,
Check your charge
Battle record on deck, you’re set
How’s your cues?
Run through the tracks and the channels
You’re sprinting
It’s all set, all set, all set, all set, all set
Drink your water, throw it back
Thumbs up the light guy
Toss the bottle under
Your gear under your fingers, worn
And won
Breathe. For a second.


Perfect.
Feel the crowd quiver, feel the house shiver
There’s magic in the air.


black.


(beat.)
(beat.)
(beat.)








LET THE BASS DROP
shyguypoetry Nov 2016
In my last moments

I wonder what I will say,

"All set!" or "not yet..."
Andrew T Aug 2016
You painted your eyelids with green velvet and ruby red. The fractured mirror kept your insecurity at bay, as sparkle blue glitter poured all over your head from a little tin can.

We drove across the bridge, and through Shocko bottom, stopping at a nearly deserted parking lot sanctioned by an honor code. We double parked behind an Acura sedan, and waited as you snorted half a gram of Molly off your manicured fingernail into each
nostril.

You took in a deep breath, smoked a Parliament, and blew smoke out the
window. After ten minutes we shambled out of the car with our purses tucked under our armpits, and red fire dying in our eyes. When we reached the Hat Factory venue, the line disappeared from our view and we walked to the entrance where two bouncers were posted up. The tall giants marked our hands with black sharpie ink, drawing a large, bold “X” on each one.

Once inside the spacious warehouse, we ascended a white marble staircase and paid a ten dollar entry fee. Another doorman took out his marker and drew a red line, crossing through the dark black “X” that was drying on our hands. You broke off and away, going
straight to the bar. The bartender asked what you wanted to drink, and you requested water. She smiled and gave you a red solo cup filed with tap water and ice-cubes. After you thanked her, she handed you a bright pink glow stick that you wrapped around your forearm, fitting a figure 8 around your skin like a cloth sleeve.

On the stage was a young man dressed in neon colored plaid and skinny jeans. He climbed up a tall stepladder and jumped from the top, belly flopping on a beautiful African Queen bodacious gluteus Maximus, daggering deep into her soaking black spandex, the decadent bodies swimming on top of each other, stroking and staining the pink gymnastic mat with hot sweat and salt. A huge beach ball colored with red, white,
yellow, and blue pinwheel stripes sailed through the air over the balcony, smacking into a deathly thin model who was smoldering her Parliament cigarette into a clear glass
ashtray.

Mollywopped undergraduates gathered around circles where reggae artists harpooned inflatable black and white killer whales with thrift store bought switchblades.

Laying flat on his stomach was an Asian photographer snapping away with his Nikon digital SLR camera, pale hipsters in ***** black blazers and black fedoras hurling red and purple plastic assault rifles into the intense mass of worry-stricken college students carefree for the moment, gyrating and grinding to the womp-womp bass booming from rectangular speakers that squished in a disc jockey and his hardwood stand with his mixer and two turn tables. He scratched the needle along the worn edge of a battle-scarred vinyl record. His fingers zigzagged the sliders, pressed down on buttons, turned up the volume knobs.

Some hyper-maniac golden child bounced around the dance floor, sneaking up behind university sophomores mesmerized by the makeshift floodlights in the rafters blinking on and off. Conversations were made in the head, but never opened up when the girl approached. Stuck up super senior girls with heavy black mascara and matted eyelashes raised their eyebrows and swatted away ***** flies with a wave of their lotioned hand.

***** girls dress in high heels and septum piercing, their ear cartilage stabbed through by unclean metal. A rude person bumps into the Hyper-maniac golden child, causing the golden child to shove squarely into the rude person’s back. Name-calling ensues, threats fired and received, looks exchanged and bitterness rose over any other tension in the fuming room.

In the far right corner were a couple of kids making out; they’d just met.

Walking away from the fight, sidling between sweaty **** people, the golden child swayed upstairs to the second floor, passed another bar and balcony tables, chairs, and dance platforms.
He went through a swinging door and joined a conversation between
a bunch of strangers. Wary around the golden boy, he starts practicing his standup Comedy routine, almost bombing on the first joke. Cheap jacks burned bright orange after a blue flame ignited the tapered paper end. Arms snared around the golden child’s body. Oh how nice! It was his friend from Modern Grammar class, he used to sit next to
her in the second row and copied homework answers from the blackboard with her.
She was happy.
And he was happy.
Paolo Garcia Jul 2016
Rhythm & Beats, take me over
Go through my temple
   through skin-deep,
   through my bones
             release your voice, EDM whispers

Tickle my bones,
    dance with me
    with your electric,
         wavey hands

Release my intense feelings,
     trigger every part of me,
       my hormones, my body
                   help me
                           *feel it
I wrote this while listening to the song "This Is What You Came For" by Calvin Harris Ft. Rihanna.
Maria Etre Jun 2016
My body asked my soul
to take over
surrendering to what
age has imposed on it

My ears heard it from afar
that beat, those repetitive
jolts of energy
of life

My hands answered
and lifted themselves
in the air, that fresh
sweat infused air
my hands reached out
to the beyond
to the stars
they felt all that toxic poison
in that body released

My legs
stomped all that compiled wrath out
on that ground
merciless
free

My hands
my legs
my body
let go
to the beat
that's calling me from afar
from around the corner of Thursday
till the end of Friday
all the way till the dusk light of Saturday

Call me and I shall answer
I am here, I await my therapy
my stomping like a mad tribe member
of the modern world

Call me and I shall scream to the heavens
and shake the stars above
let them hear my "freedom call"
let them know that I
right now
belong to my original instincts
I am dancing with the contemporary cult of today
those going around in circles
no right or wrong
just here and there
up and down
exchanging powerful hugs
of energy from one intoxicated soul
to the next

The sun god is hypnotizing
us to dance to greet him
the beats, oh the beats
they get higher and higher
the energy is reaching
a ****** to numb
all mankind

Guilt free kisses to boys and girls
that beat
it's the heaven's calling for us
the heaven's begging up to let go
and become one
under the
sound
of
Music
Aquilla Apr 2016
It's not just music, it's a vibe
And when that bass drops, we come alive
With the synth and the snare
We are all transported there
Our minds are in the DJ's hands
Our bodies are ***** to his beats demands
This is our one true escape
And it's entwined with his soul into a mixtape.
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