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I can only truly forgive
When I choose to see with love
And I’m only able to love
When I’m open to forgive

When I choose not to forgive
My energy is blocked
And the keys to love remain locked
The path to prosperity
Remains hidden from me
And this changes the way I live

When I choose to forgive
My energy flows easily
And my love more freely
The prosperous way
Flows with me day by day
And I’m able to share and give
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Colm Apr 2019
Smashing ivory
Pounds like loving ***
But without the sudden sweet release
Instead
All there is left is ivory keys
Piano
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2019
Somedays,
I
amaze
myself.

Other days,
I put my
keys
in the fridge.
Or is it just me?
Lost in my Head Mar 2019
I tap away at the keys
Not a care in the world
Unable to realize what those notes mean to you

I tap away at my keys
Looking for a sense of accomplishment
Looking for the perfect story to be told

I stare at the keys
Not knowing what to do
Pressing but not quite knowing where to head to next

We tap away at keys
Whether be piano or screen
We never tap in time
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2019
U n t i l   h e   p r e s s e d   t h o s e

s i l k y   k e y s ,

I   n e v e r   k n e w   t h e

e m p t y   s p a c e

i n s i d e  o f   m e .

T h e  m o r e   h e   p l a y e d ,
t h e   m o r e
F
U
L
L

I became.
The space in me
was no longer hollow
and soon began
to
overflow.
His music filled my soul like air fills my lungs.
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2019
All day
I wait,
and I wait,
and I wait.
Just so that I can come home,
to sit down
and play.
To touch those silky
black and white keys,
and to play the music
that comes out a piece of me.
All day I sit through school, work, homework...
All day, I just wait and think to myself about what a reward I will get when I get home. I always know that my beautiful piano will always be there, waiting for me, and that is my reward.
André Morrison Jan 2019
Sinking moods, forever stuck in interlude
Staring at grey skies like it's a reflection of the mind
Bearing no fruits of labour; a slave to life's servitude
Constant excessive sighs & an inability to unwind

Only light in one's eyes, is a reflection off one's phone
No life in one's voice, only a overcast monotone
Vessel's surrounded, but one's soul is alone
Drained from weeping & can't even groan

Liquor & ******; distractions from the consciousness
To put the anguish at ease, digressions is a necessity
Shut the door on itself & swallow the keys
Endlessly stuck in a state of cecity
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