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robotical world Sep 2014
As I enter the room
my eyes are drawn
against all my will
to your hand
wrapped round
gently, firmly,
the guitar neck.

My own now feels cold
and bare.
Phantom fingers
stroke my skin
as I watch the real form
perfectly placed.

I imagine your touch.
Each finger makes a different note.
Make me sing.
axr Sep 2014
In the corner of the street
a man plays an old guitar
Nobody notices him
He continues to gaze at the stars
The city's noise
Is capable of drowning his voice.
He plays without hesitation
Never asking for attention.
He can't afford anything new
The kindest,
give him a dollar or two.
His lifestyle is frugal.
They say he owned a fancy hotel.
His strings are worn out
but the sound is clear
His only love is his beer.
In the corner of the street,
a man plays an old guitar
The same one
who never sang about his broken heart.
Reflecting a story through a poem
Clindballe Sep 2014
Pictures; For remembering the good times.
Alcohol; For forgetting the past.
Boxes; For keeping old memorizes.
Shoes; For walking away.
Books; For getting lost.
Speakers; For expressing feelings.
Mirror; For finding flaws.
Clothing; For covering up.
Lamps; For looking for monsters.
Junk; For never letting go.
Bed; For giving up.
Flag; For fighting for my dreams.
Written: September 14. - 2014
Lunar Sep 2014
And i would listen to paramore
to find those words i relate to
And i would turn the volume up
to numb the pain

The drums rock my mind
In tune with my heartbeat
As i scream out the lyrics
Those words i yearn to tell you
With the strums and guitar riffs
Which my heartstrings play out

I keep paramore on play
To express and numb it all more
It's not that i'm afraid of pain
it's just i'm not afraid of hurting anymore
Lani Foronda Sep 2014
You strum your guitar
Like the strings on my heart.
Pluck them effortlessly
To get a smile or two.
& on those summer days I couldn't help but feel
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Like a wandering balloon
With nothing to hold on to.
August 26-31, 2012
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
Play me like a guitar baby
pull me by my strings
pull from me a melody
that makes other girls sing

Let me be the instrument
you use to win the fame
I don't care if you use me
Just let me be the flame

I want to be the microphone
that catches all your words
Let your breath flow through me
Like wind through wings of birds

I love your music baby
your lyrics are like poetry
Let me be your pen and paper
Because you've done enough for me.

Your kindness saved my life darling
if it was only once or twice
that was enough for me honey
my heart is your device.
Kareshma Sep 2014
As I hold you in my hand,
I know we are one.
you speak my language,
let my emotions flow.

I get a voice that no one's heard.
With you in my hand,
my fingers run wild,
I disconnect with the world that looks

You are my soul,you are my sky,
you are the one who gives me a high.

You speak out the emotions I can't express.
There is a world inside that is in distress.

With you I can have an identity to hide
part of which you, and only you know.

you are the water in which I can freely flow.
spending days with you together, I grow.

Years after years, we are so connected
you don't talk to me,
but our conversations don't end.

You are the true love in my life,
From others with me, this is what I hide.
an affair that will live even after I die.
Ben Walker Aug 2014
Broken chords
Torn heartstrings
Inspiring pain
Numbness

The wail of the electric guitar
The slow pulse of the drums
The monotony of the Bass
The slow bleeding of the singer

The music seeps out
Coalescing
Clashing
Conflicting

I see no end, only music
Music that slows time
Music that surrounds
Music that traps

A shared understanding
An outlook on the universe
A fear
Sadness

Poetic
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