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ranveer joshua Dec 2019
if only you weren’t tone deaf,
i would’ve been the music to your life.
i could be a gentle harmony like a piano,
yet a surprise, an adventure, like forte.
Marri Dec 2019
When specks of ash float on the breath of the last great tree,
When the heat Scorches the final blade of grass to dust,
When the sun dares to rise again,
We will prevail.

When the ocean’s great white waves blow back black,
When the last leaf sways down to its final resting place,
When the clouds seem to always cry,
We will rise.

When the breeze whispers it's melodious secrets,
When the earth stops beating the drum of its heart,
When the water’s legato rhythm becomes jagged,
When the fire eats up everything that is left,
We will feast.

We will devour the last of mankind.
We will peel skin,
We will pick nails,
We will lick the very fingers that once fed us.

Unforgiving,
We take the young.

Heartless,
We watch them burn.

Happily,
We yearn for more.

In the end,
I rise to take my throne.
Stepping on empty skulls,
Snapping, cracking, and
Creaking to sit upon the empty wasteland of bones.

I smile,
Sitting back to admire my creation.
The birth of something new.
A perfect melody built just for you,
And this time, you better sing.
Flora Felafel Nov 2019
The times we had will
Always be the times I  treasured the most.
So shortly lived but yet
The bond so strong.

Like a movie scene,
I used to replay my version of events.
We danced to every song,
And swayed at every beat.

We go with the flow
And had the times of our lives.
Sometimes our dance were slow,
Sometimes lonely and sometimes happy.

Our every move matched the
Rhythm of my heart.
Our love went on with every melody.
Every song played tells a story about us.

But I never knew our time would
Be this short.
Our dance became slow
And our melody has reached the end.

The rhythm stopped.
And you asked...
'What can we do now that the music's done...
My love..'
That was the end of our beautiful melody...A song I won't stop singing.
A time i'll never forget
Oh the waves! they bend, they twist, they show their face and hide their filth-
A soft, yet pale voice exhales said sound, and gave them tone when left the mouth.
Ah I see! I see her last, the Maiden singer and her band, that lay this wonder on myself, she sees me not in the moons gold.
Could she hide me from her eyes; do I hide from her in fear that the sound will steal my freedom? I fright not!
I aim my shot - with a thud the melody comes to a stop.
Yet why, why my God do I still hear her lullaby! her fethery corpse lay right there near, near the chorus that i slay before the blood escaped her inner.
Ah, i see her, there’s her shape, i cannot wait to at last meet my dear.
Jay M Oct 2019
Things I cannot believe
My idiocy
Things I shall never achieve
O, my idiocy
Things I shall never know
O, my idiocy…

Hatred and anger
Burning flames
Things I wish not to remember
Yet never
Never will I forget…

Who am I?
I am no one
An idiot of course
A fool, so naive
A child indeed
Unorganized, I am doomed
This curse, I assumed
Would leave me, but never…

Shall I ever be released?
O never, o never,
Shall I ever be set free?
O no, o never,
Shall I see the light of day…

Do you see me?
Do you hear me?
The sorrow and woe
The sorrow and woe…

If they ever saw me
For me
Would they leave me?
Or would they feel me?
Would they lift me up,
Above the clouds,
Where they flux so freely
As a bird in flight
Across the vastness
That is my mind

Do you hear me?
Do you see me?
No, o never,
Never it goes…

O, if you could see it
O, if you could hear it
The broken melody,
The bleeding heart,
The depths it reaches to…

O never, o never,
Shall I forgive myself
O never, o never
Shall I forgive myself…

- Jay M
October 8th, 2019
Patri Sep 2019
The voices of the dead serenade me
To sleep.
From across the vast expanse
Of time
They whisper soothing nothings.
When alone
They comfort me and gently reassure me of
Better days.
Their voice, their ghost, their everlasting breath haunts
My thoughts
And remind me that I am only mortal;
A gift
Not often remembered.
Wisdom from
Beyond the void of death frozen in song
Making me
Miss those I have never know.
No one
Has so gently crooned verses of strength and love
To me
As the beautiful voices of the dead.
Listening to old music
M Grace Sep 2019
I had always dreamed about finally meeting my prince
he would glide into my life ever so effortlessly
right around chapter 12 
because he knew he belonged in my storybook

I would know him
not by his sunshine-filled laugh
nor by his passionate dreams,
but ultimately one thing would give him away,
his heart

because when I listened close
I heard the melody
to the song ive been dancing to since chapter 1
Faizel Farzee Sep 2019
Humming along to the beat of life as i sing along to the music of my heart.
The melody of you tapping enchantingly through my mind.
Notes composed by your fingers strumming every part of my quivering soul.

       Your love my song to life
                    Evergreen
You my melody, my music to life,
You eliminate all strife, you smile takes me high, losing you, would be falling on knife.
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