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TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Beyond the horizons of my perception,
truth merges with its shadow
to form the stellar dust that settles on my soul’s stillness.

Webs of galaxies dance to a mesmeric melody
rising from the depth of a prismatic dream
that carries the script of my being.

Mystifying strains of awareness permeate my soul,
I become an enigma buried in the mystery of my genesis.

At the crossroads where the gods stroll,
the indigo mist etches the mark of eternity
on my soul's forehead
for me to stroll along with the gods.
Kimberly Sep 2018
We followed the melody into the forest
Sweet song slowly soaking through
We envied our ears
That danced with the notes
And followed the keys like stones
Laid out into the woods
Speakers formed from the hollows
The earth beneath our feet
Thrummed with the bass
Hummed with the voices
So lost into the forest we go
When the voices formed
Into ethereal dancers
We stared
We were afraid but we saw
Art that swayed and breathed
And glowed
With graceful hands they offered
Gilded cups filled to the brim
Our very own melody
Should we choose to be
Into this forest and never go
For one second we thought
But that was all it took
With parched throats
We followed the melody into the forest
And never looked back
After the very last drop
I’ve always believed in fairies, and the very possibility of them existing is fascinating to me. Maybe I wouldn’t mind staying once I’ve followed the music they’re playing.
B Elizabeth G Sep 2018
If the whole world went dark
And the bright sun died out,
Would the light in your heart
Guide me to you, no doubt?
No street lights to follow,
Or moonlit roads to see.
Just the spark inside you,
Is it lit up for me?

Cause you and me got a good thing, honey.
And baby that's the truth.
No, I dont need the world to be sunny
To guide me back to you.
Love stricken melodies at midnight <3
Lilywhite Sep 2018
The clouds display a distant array of elegant imagery, blanketing the sky, and engaging my mind in perfect solidarity.

As the sun nears the end of day, a goodnight's kiss will linger on the horizon— with shades of amber, blue, pink, and lavender...

An orchestra of songs unsung will dance on the night's tongue in reverberating melodies..

And if you listen, carefully, you just might come to understand it's gravity.
E B K Sep 2018
He says he wants to be
A melody

But I think
I’m living
As a verse
Wellspring Sep 2018
I stand on this roof,
Gazing upon the twilight world,
The faces of passersby,
Shrouded by veils of stars and night.

I play my song of eerie trills;
The highs,
The lows,
This sickeningly sweet lullaby,
Carrying all into the comforting embrace,
Of midnight slumber.

This swooping melody,
My warm, but shuddering breath
breathes life into the frost covered flute,
Cradled in my ice cold hands.

My breath,
My life,
Heard by all,
But me.
This is kinda about my insomnia? But, make what you will of it.
slightestsound Sep 2018
I have a Melody stuck creeping in my head,
I can't do anything, I sing along instead.
If you could put yourself in my skin, you'd understand,
I't not who i want to be, It's just who I am.

My mind took control, I wonder what comes next,
I know they say without the worst you can not be the best.
My heart is beating out of my chest,
It's beating for two, It's beating for you.

I am a poem not many can understand,
but metaphorically I'm written with steady hand.
If you just sharpened up your pencil you'd feel my pain,
It's not how I want to feel, It's just how I am.

Slightest Sound
Mercia Aug 2018
His melody
My melody
Sunshine
Jolly good fakers we are
Jolly good people we not
We gave the world sparkles
But we held no sparkles in heart
We suffered
We lived pretence

His melody
My melody
Darkness
Tears like the desert I held
Hidden tears he shed
Silence he pained
Oblivious I was
Silence he cries
Oblivious I am
Silence he will torture
Oblivious I will be

His melody
My melody
Confusion
He hid his pain
His fake life read by the world
No true form shown
His skin bitten off by societies boundaries.

His melody
My melody
Death
Slowly he fades
Slowly the desert waters
He gave up
He gave up pretending
He gave up giving sparkles
He gave up trying to live for those who saw
Saw the real him

My melody
No longer do I want it
My tears are my remedy
No longer do I hold it

I've lost my Sunshine
I'm losing my love
I'll lose my sanity

Melody
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
shikibuus Aug 2018
and maybe she's a melody;
i mean you will never know if she is
broken or desperate or reaching for something

or just trying

and maybe it's because there's so much going on like -
we have become too loud or
she has perfected silence,
but quiet speaks of the truth more than anything, like -

there's a heartbeat in there that says she's not beyond saving,
just in need of noticing

i mean, there's a heartbeat in there that says
you don't even have to join her sad singing,
just that -

notice, notice, notice
and start listening
my poetry's never been the same, these days. but i hope this still feels like home to those who need one
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