Headphones in eardrums blocking out life's sound
In rhythm to music I hear heartbeat pound White cord visibly sways to then fro Mouth silently each lyric I know Do not speak and interrupt paradise In comparison to world this reprieve is nice Temporary peace found inside of me Lose myself in the melody
Lose yourself in the music
Sock lost forever.
Having no words. Laying down. Decent. Scattered. In absurdness. The best way. Leaning over. Sleep after. Canadian jade. Suspense. With everything else to say. Garrett Johnson.
Well....It's gone now.
Toasting in a rubber slumber. Quick to act the marrier. Sliding to creak upon the sullen trips. Of all the trips that you’ve seen from. They care not for you. Only for the oils in your wrist. & you say nothing. & stand barren. Alone with no one to guide you. With nowhere to go. & Nothing to see. Garrett Johnson.
Music so loud it hurts
Passion pouring from the speakers Inside my ears 2:00 AM And I danced Wildly And I smiled Honestly And I enjoyed Thoroughly The only thing missing Would have been a partner But until I find one I dance alone And absolutely love it
Volume: LOUD Genre: Rock Press Play. Passion, anger, rage, yearning All of which I thought were wrong Now within my mind they're swirling The simple cause being only a song What I hide in my depths Somehow they share Artists who feel my breaths Who sing what I cannot bear It's like they've plugged into my brain Providing comfort, understanding A release valve for my tank of pain And my adrenaline commanding Others call it stressful noise They don't feel it like I do All I hear is a familiar voice Which it my soul breaks through
I pull them from my pocket
I'm sure this is not how they were left In the short time since breakfast, their wires have become a mess I tug and tug, which just makes matters worse only with logic, patience and care can these wires be coerced At first a ball of irrationality, a blemish on your day Just a little bit of love can help it go away
I am two
That can merge Into one. I can be as loud Or as quiet as You please. I can also become A mess you get tired Of dealing with. One thing I cannot do Is speak for myself. If I could, I'd scream in disgust Because of the horrors Of this goopy, sticky Yellow stuff that Attaches itself to me Every time I'm used. I'd sue if I could!
But I'm just
A pair of Headphones.
through the strings
up to her ears, the sweet sound of music is all that she hears. she reminds me of me, I enjoy the sweet melodies, how they bring such emotion, they put you at ease. she is art in me with her headphones. writing poetry feels like home.
this jumbled mess
skyrockets my stress i see this chaos of tangled lines i feel anxiety welling up inside how's it possible to go in just a day from neatly arranged to disordered this way laws of entropy can go to hell universal disorder makes me feel unwell don't have the patience, the panic roars trying to untangle these **** headphone cords
These students are walking
There headphones are blaring Disattached from the world Blankly they are staring I glance at the clock Not wanting to talk My headphones are broken So silent i walk Forced to find Something that will blind A kind of distraction To keep from the demons in the back of my mind Away from the fears The wandering ears So evil are the demons That bring me to tears The looming of dept The fear of regret Without any distraction I cannot forget My headphones are broken The demons have awoken This silence it scares me As do the fears i have spoken This walk is taking forever This heat a blistering fever Forced to be grounded With nothing to be a deceiver My headphones are broken My dark thoughts have risen The evil I try to tuck away Anger, pain, and fear I am stricken Finally back in my room Protection from the lurking doom I blast the music as loud as i can And the demons return to their tomb