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The orchestra in my head has been playing dissonance all day Started off on one bad note
and since then I've had to pay.

The universe is reminding me that karma goes both ways
I let the "other guy" peek out
My plans end up astray

Discordant notes, climactic screams,
ohh...if it we're just another dream

But then the light
begins to wax and
I remember to relax
and breathe

Now the orchestra gets
tuned and warm
Finally see a sun
instead storm

A mellifluous chorus pours in from the rain
Sometimes we just have
to take the pain
when the light again
begins to wane.
I had big plans for today but had to refocus after it started out on a sour nite
Logan Pete May 2018
Mellifluous.
the way that she spoke was a melody
The melody that would sing with every move that she made
A smile so a addictive and a laugh like a drug
The way her soul spoke to you with out words was intoxicating
The way her pheromones waltz on the inside of your nasal passages
The way she  disappeared from your life with out a formal goodbye...
She was hypnotic like the MK-ULTRA
jenn Nov 2017
And when puddles ripple from the slightest touch of a raindrop that has fallen from the overcast sky, and the pine needles droop from the weight of water as if the world was equivalent to one hundred pound cinder blocks, please remember that somewhere within the rolling Catskills, your palace still sits. The aroma of blended spices will swallow the surrounding oxygen it feeds on, mixing together to find combination, to form a perfect harmony, before finally sprinting up the chimney to dance in the air, as if it were sending out a distress signal, leading you home. Remember that after the katalox clicks tight, and your shoes sleep on the mat, all that will really matter are the lessons of kindergarten. To be kind to one another and share, to know when you need to say sorry, to love and care for each other. However, some of the easiest lessons are the hardest to show. So one thing that I have come to teach myself is that sometimes the best apologies are those that taste like love. So, if I were to become that block of dry ice that burns you even with the most gentle touch, tell me. I will invite you to dine at the table, and I will melt with the heat of the stove and pray that you see not just a meal but a feast baked in my apologies and garnished with all the love that I don’t know how to physically express. The type that you can feel rush down your throat, racing through your veins to warm everything from the roots of your hair to the tip of your toe. So, if I haven't said it enough times,  I want you to know: quiero amarte, pentru ca te iubesc, and in every language ever created, I need you to know that I love you. And thus it is this love that has created something much more than just a diverse palate, it is something that has created it’s own embrace. One that humans can’t provide.
Felicia Diana Apr 2017
[muh-lif-loo-uh s]
sweetly or smoothly flowing; sweet-sounding:

'You are mellifluous.'
- F.D. Prenger
02|04|2017
Of These Oceans May 2014
She
I have always wanted a dancer
A girl whose passion comes out from her movements
Whose innovation flows through her body
But she is not a dancer
And yet she dances her way through my head
Graceful movements that cannot be translated into reality
With her bright eyes
She looks into my soul
I wish she could know my every thought
I would hold her close
Breathe her in
And cherish that scent
In the little box that holds my heart
Where she doesn't know
She lives.

— The End —