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Snipes Jun 3
Absent voices and
powered off treble.

When I lay my
eyes off from
the ceiling
God please
play my verses

You’ve given me
the soul
It’s only right
I give you
the hymns

You’ve shown me
the gates
It’s only right
I show you
the keys

I’ve been in the right place
In the wrong time
I’ve pitched reverses
In the right time
I’ve been in the wrong fates

So tomorrow
I’ll press play
Surrounded by
sound
in this great
place
I’ll walk to the
bass
to follow the
pace
I’ll turn up the
treble
and listen to the
absent voices with
iridescent melodies
a dancer’s heart
can not be ripped apart

it moves to the sound of a saxophone
a lovely noise of jazzy notes
that warms you like a winter coat

it swings to the melodies
and receives all these remedies

it carries the passion in every step,
moves slowly and feels holy

a dancer’s heart can’t fall apart
it’s filled with peace and joyfulness
it carries love and is sweet like a ****.
a dancer’s heart is a piece of art.

- gio
sometimes I wonder why we met
and perhaps I will never find the answer,
I might never get to know.

seems like we’re two dancers
and although we have similarities,
our hearts don’t beat the same melodies.

so I still wonder why we met,
and yet,
there’s only one thing I’m sure of;
you’re hard to forget.

- gio
LC Apr 2021
at the end of the afterlife,
when the dust finally settles,
she climbs into a warm bed
made of soft, wispy clouds,
listening to lilting melodies,
from her childhood memories,
falling into a peaceful slumber.
#escapril day 13!
Holding my breath so I can take control.
Feelings unrest, I can’t seem to grow.
Problems unsolved, it’s an overload.
Losing my mind right before I explode.

I said I’m foretold to be the truth.
Swear an oath, but it didn’t bare any roots.
At any given moment one could lose his youth. Don’t know who he is cause he wears another mans boots.  
Walking irritations, bearing all the earnings of their fruits.
Limits are escalating and I’m tarring down the roof.
A Course to deviation, unable to see any other routes .
  Blind to temptations.
The struggle fits me like a  suit.

Holding my breath so I can take control.
Feelings unrest, I can’t seem to grow.
Problems unsolved, it’s an overload.
Losing my mind right before I explode.

Time is deteriorating, everyday life of a destitute.  
 Waters are evaporating and I’m thirsty for whatever’s absolute.
Problems eternally materializing, full of sorrow and solitude.
Emptiness continuously multiplying, like a disease it pollutes.
Visions are tremendously horrifying, wishing to **** the sound and become a mute.
The story’s are ultimately glorifying, ghoulish torment and Chaos to distribute.
Nothing but hesitation.
Loneliness overtaking, going through all these hoops.
Screams are instantly mesmerizing, the ending is what They Pursue.

Holding my breath so I can take control.
Feelings unrest, I can’t seem to grow.
Problems unsolved, it’s an overload.
Losing my mind right before I explode.
Erian Rose Dec 2020
Leave me
Late-night dreaming
On rose-painted canvases
And grayscale prints,
While the rain
Hums a tune of
Pitter-patter
Melodies.
I'm thinking of creating a non-profit literary journal to give y'all a platform to submit poems for publications.  Would you guys be down for that?
Leah Hilliges Sep 2020
It danced to different melodies
and hid behind my eyes--
But
When it tumbled out of my mouth,
The word tasted foreign,
Like a soft peach on a winters eve,
Or a sour plum on a hot summer day.
Give me your words
Sounds of comfort in need
I’m running as I heard
My name whispering through the trees
Miserable sorrowful song bird
Singing of undesirable seeds and deeds
I’m taking a wrong turn
I’m lost within these streets

Is my name drowning
For air I pray and crave
My heart is aching and pounding
To time I am a slave
I must of been unbelievably mistaken
For this path I wish not to pave
My mind has been awaken
Form the past to this present day

Give me your words
Give me your words
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