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ji Jan 2016
I am he
   who blistered and
   purpled his aching
   fingers, upon playing
   the saddest, dissonant
   melodies out of
   his old, untuned
   guitar, whose strings
   of somber used-to-be's
   he ceaselessly strummed
   and plucked under
   the dullest starless
   night sky; and
   sing of his
   weeping heart the
   poetry of melancholy
   notes half-composed.

It is me--
   the lone guitarist
   on broken avenue
   who never stopped
   playing his love
   song of rue
   since you left--
   whose only lyrics
   is your name
   and your words
   he dearly kept.
dancing
a body electrically
creating
a mind destroying
the floor
we did once
form a circuit
with that eternal natural return of
ground to sky
lightning bolt the band ******* slays
Alias Jan 2016
the fingertips hurt
the best kind of pain
beautiful music in my ears
the guitar strings vibrate

word come wobbling out of my mouth
sometimes they make sense
and sometimes they do not
sometimes they're nonsense

feelings have no reason
just wants to be expressed
comes and goes with the seasons
makes me feel both sad and blessed
Bear Feelings Dec 2015
Open your eyes and see
Don't fade away, don't fade away
Breathe in the air and be
Everything, everything
Wake up and hold your dreams
Don't let them stay, don't let them stay
Hiddin within your sleep
Don't sail away, don't sail away
Into the shinning sea
Call out your name, too far away
I only hope you see
Behind the line, behind the lines
Oh now woh is me
I've wasted my time, wasted my time
I made a new song on guitar today
Saltnoon Dec 2015
You made me a mess of your hungry kisses and the strings of your guitar.
I chose to not be the **** you seek
Jellyfish Dec 2015
My fingers touch the strings
everything's connecting
we're not strangers..
The title may seem odd, but for me this is about my guitar. I haven't played it in a while, and today as I did I was reminded why I began to in the first place. I used to always play when I was sad or happy, similar to the way I write poetry now. Maybe I will slip back into song writing. Who knows.
Simon Fox Dec 2015
Orange sky, fear the night

White
White sky, denied

Did you get there first
Were you born before me
Simon Fox Dec 2015
Desire, desire, I'm burning up inside
Desire, desire, something stuck on my mind

The time has come to feed
Give to me what it is that I need

I'm bursting at the seams
Come, you belong to me
                  
You're just another thing that I require
Desire, desire

Control, control, the only clean, clear goal
Little puppet in my show, now I dictate which way to go

Pulled to the left, pushed to the right
Through the day and into the night

Now everything wrong is right
Come, move towards the light

Nearer now, we close the blind
I'll seal the sides and seize your precious mind

All my movements, passing ventures
Never learning life's true lessons
Hear the song: https://soundcloud.com/simonfox/sets/demo-2
Simon Fox Dec 2015
Wrap your arms around me
More like chains, tighter, I can feel

Them pulling, forcing me down to my knees
I'm well behaved, doing as you please

I'm in the corner, you're holding my hand
Now shaking, squirming, just as you command

I shall not breath, nor dare to resist
Locked in the dark, to exist how you insist
Hear the song: https://soundcloud.com/simonfox/sets/demo-1
Jellyfish Dec 2015
I can't remember the last time I played my guitar and I know when he gets home he'll ask me whether or not I've been playing like the star that he wants me to be well no, I'm sorry.. Please don't hate me for not wanting to carry out your childhood dreams that somehow became my own I just want to survive without becoming too broken before the end.
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