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Haruharu Jun 2018
I'm sitting on his shoulders, looking out at the rest of the dancing crowd.

The music puts a spell on the evening.

I breathe happiness, pure joy.

Have I ever felt this free?

My hand fits perfectly in his.

We dance our way through the crowd of happy people.

Such a magical night.

We sparkle, just like the fireworks.

The night belongs to us.

My tall stranger and I.

He tastes like tobacco and beer, just like me.

Tonight we belong together, I feel proud to have him by my side.

I'm sure I will see him again soon,
my tall stranger
Cezar Ybanez Jr Jun 2018
how do people make good things out of love?
music. art. poems
...is love really that beautiful
to be a subject of something magical?
sometimes I wonder, what could i make out of love too
LylexRose Jun 2018
Woke up in my bed again, alone again, so many thoughts going through my head, "Work is for life" is that what I said, of course it is I love this music with a pledge, if ******* what your feeding me then I'm well fed, you look a little lost or maybe your scared, but I don't think you understand me, the last thing on my minds a grammy, oh what's wrong you mad at me, you sad to see, that instead of you I'll always choose family.

Walk up to the microphone
Open myself to this crowd
I see myself as a child
But they can't tell I've got my head in the clouds.

But thanks to you I've created my own style, rapping about things that have made me cry, I've worked so much I've crushed my mind, you leave me on the grind and I'll leave it all behind... but I am not the one you want to **** with, I come to the show with my gold out, thongs out, I'm in the zone now, zoned out, my sound, with my hands bound, in my hometown, that's all I've got now, but there you go, I know it's not the real you but don't get me wrong I feel you and with that look in your eyes saying they know. 

Walk up to the microphone
Open myself to this crowd
I see myself as a child
But they can't tell I've got my head in the clouds.

You've got to understand that what they say,  "It cant be that hard" and "it's about word play", if that's how they see it then it's time to stay away, and for all the **** the people are saying, all the fees I'm paying, looking for the same product in a different place, they think this is easy, I'm going at my own pace, how can they know how hard I've worked for this, you expect me to stand with the fans of God who keep *******, y'all wanna join me but I just can't do it, I'd rather be myself, feel how I feel and take no ****, so let's take a step back, I can sense it, rules don't apply for me, no side chicks, I'd take everything for myself and with the look in my eyes saying that I made it......
Kaitlyn Jun 2018
My fingers traipse across the black, white keys.
The golden sounds are dreams that I can hear.
I long for quiet moments such as these
when sweet melodies melt into my ear.

The chime of bells are gliding through the air
and symphonies are seeping through my veins.
They sway and twirl and whisper like a prayer.
I take a breath and play through what remains.

But then the music thunders loud and shrill.
The sharps are choppy like the restless waves
of  storm gray waters drowning out the still.
The notes then rise and fall back to their graves.

The music stutters and stops short the song.
I pick a new tune that moves right along.
Neon Beaches Jun 2018
I’m a fanatic when it comes to finding ways to **** myself
A zealot of self destruction
Addicted to pain

The knife pulls me closer
It promises happiness
It shows me ecstasy within my blood

The bottle beckons
“Come in, have a drink. Forget”
It wraps me around it’s spindly fingers
Twiddles me around it’s thumb
“Forget”

My music
It tells me of worlds far away
Promises peace
A quick escape from anything


But now The bottle makes me remember
The music brings me closer to everything
And the knife no longer feeds me
It simply bleeds me

Because nothing compares
To my addiction
To you
Aaron LaLux Jun 2018
Writing by the moonlight,
she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,

so beautiful she is,
this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling God Blessed,
which only makes sense since she’s a Goddess,

lost in,
her conscious,
we’re in love,
it’s obvious,
this life,
is only an instant,
then it’s gone in a flash,
like an epiphany or meditative vision,
everything’s intrinsic and happens in an instant,
so we operate of instinct and intuition,

we drink from the Fountain of Youth,
and eat the Forbidden Fruit when it comes to fruition,
swimmin’ like a dolphin all in this current current that’s constant,
not a fish or a fisherman so I’m not fishing,

just sittin’,
on the beach in Venice,
watching my love swim in the sea,
at midnight under the full moon feeling replenished,

listing to Miguel sing tales,
of The Day The City of Angels Fell,
with my girl and I know she’s only human,
but she seems so much like a Mermaid I swear I see a tail,

as she swims in the ocean,
on a wave catching waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,

her gaze,
melts these walls I’ve built,
and yeah the water’s rough,
but her touch is smooth as silk,
as we set sail,
into the future and all it entails,

oh God I’ve never felt,
so much for the touch of one,
told you before she’s my lifeguard,
we’re just getting started and the rest are already done,

writing by the moonlight,
she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,

so beautiful she is,
this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling God Blessed,
which only makes sense since she’s a Goddess…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Aa Harvey May 2018
Wasting words


I want to be electronic;
I can only be more robotic.
Please try to fix my empathy;
I have lost it.  I am not hypnotic.
I cannot make you feel this,
Without giving away my secrets.


We need to join and become one mind,
So you can truly feel the words that I write.
I want to know what you feel inside,
So I can absorb your words, I will not lie; tell me how to write.


I cannot change without your thoughts screaming at me.
I need to know what you think; show me everything.
Do not hold back, I need true feelings;
Then maybe I can improve my understanding.


I create words for fun; I’m building string theories to pull you in
And when I think I am done, I will force myself to continue writing.
I take a piece of your mind and it extends my thoughts.
I give away my art; you help me rearrange it all.
As I grow, my books, they continue expanding
And as my words evolve, I am becoming more demanding.
If it’s not good enough, then it is nothing.
Nothing is ever good enough, but I am still going.


When I have made a change,
I hope that it works,
Because I need to age with age;
No more wasting words.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey May 2018
Music


Music is today’s poetry.  This is still our hour.
Music lets us become free from all the grind of power.
Music makes us fall in love with a moment in time.
Music is a memory; words are made to rhyme.


People need to dance and at the end, clap their hands.
Music helps us say those words,
When we are without a way to make you understand.
Beneath balconies we stand, with a ghetto blaster in our hands.
It’s raining, it’s pouring, so come on down and dance.


The modern day poet is a wannabee lyricist.
The modern day artisan produces music.
Music creates muses, because that’s what music truly is;
An collective event where nobody loses.


The sound of a song will be loved by someone
And the classics never miss; they reach out to everyone.
If it hits, then it’s a hit.
If it misses, then just forget it.
If you can’t, then it starts to become a repetitive, repetitive.
You hear it so many times, you still don’t like it, but you sing it
And in the end, you don’t mind anymore…
Sure; go ahead and play it on repeated.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lyrics sink into my memory
Beat, into my heart,
Music, into my soul.
They stay with me uninvited
They mock me when I’m scared,
And torture me when I’m confused
Blocking out my worries
No matter how important they seems
They scream at the top of their voice
Without missing any dime of the track

Lyrics lures my mind into a lazy reputation
Sinking me deep, deep down into its ocean of scented water
Beats compels me to listen to the rhythmical sound behind the beat
Transporting me far beyond what I behold
Music dazzles the image in my mind causing them to multiply in tons
Thereby overcrowding my brain with maze of mystical ideas
Making it hard to marge up the mystical master piece.

Lyric steals my breath away
Music makes me lose my sanity
lyrics, Beats and Music makes me stop in my track,
And listen over and over again!...
Ah!... how I wish Al-Fruqon  will have the same wonderful eff
to the wonderful effect music gives me...
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