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Poetic T Sep 2014
I could not have spoken the words
In to music for the sadness
You feel my friend,
Sorrow,
Heartache,
Loss,
My fingers play the pain
You feel in your heart,
Each note, is special
I play this from my soul
I play this with tears upon my cheek
Each note is a tear falling
For the pain you must feel
"Know that I am here"
With these notes and keys
I cant know what you feel,
Pain,
Confusion,
Loss,
Know that each note,
Is to help and sooth this pain
It was played with
Piano tears,
Each note a sound heard
Drifting to the
Heavens,
Above tears do fall,
Knowing that
You miss them,
And this music from the soul is heard.
(My 800th poem since joining in Feb14)
Joanna Ruocco Sep 2014
For I am a person of reticent characteristics, and never have ever been able to proficiently and completely say in an understanding matter what passages reel through my mind every minute of my consciousness. To discuss/portray all of my ideas is unethical and rather ludicrous because it wouldn't matter what my definiton of saddeness is or what kind of crippling things my brain puts me through up to my impending doom because everyone else has their own pain polluting the atmosphere. Having said that, I'm going to write down my best explanation of how I'm quite maudlin out of my control and in the hands of my state of mind, which to make clear that yes, my state of mind is not in my hands for my mind has evolved into someone else and in their clutches is where I lay cuffed and gagged. If you were to search through the creatures' house of grey matter eventually you would find me on fire because my once warm, loving, disposition was used cleverly by the owner of my mind as gasoline and turned me inside out to be a ball of fire and hate, a sun, the sun that shines through to the outside world and shows to whomever can look into the front of my brain what kind of skittish, heartbroken, depressed lover I turned into. But none the less that leaves only me to point out the brightest star in my galaxy, only me to see what patheticness is curled up in my own blankets of poison. I'm my own prison guard to stand by and watch the otherside of my reflection squirm and scream, writhing through the pain of my ever burning flesh. That's the only feeling I get to watch be played out inside me, the rest was ****** up by the tape worm and plastered onto my vocal chords and was shape shifted onto my face so this corpse can look like a ball of sunshine, though I'm my own ball of hell inside.
I know it long...oops but hey my first piece on here YAY☺️ Sorry if there is any punctuation mistakes
courtney ropp Sep 2014
And you are my love...
The one that I want,
The ONLY ONE I think about
When the world goes crazy.
You
Slow
It
Down.
I see you........in the distance.
Waiting;
Smiling;
Forever.
Oct '13
Desperate notes, late nights
You, for whom nobody would fight
A tidal wave of tears
A warm blanket, which won't cover your fears

Waterfalls blend in the sleepless nights
And I follow you, follow you home
But the voices are just too loud
and sometimes too low

Melancholic words, summer trips
You, who was never allowed to dream
A bunch of nightmares,
Your little mind, who's the one who only cares
Liv Aug 2014
It's not just notes.
It's the pain in the low notes
And happiness in the high
It's the way people take their pain and sadness and sorrows and push them all out through the notes of a song
It's the anger in the sharps
It's the finally cadenza
It's not just notes
It's how you express them and make them you
Music is just a very special thing. It can express what the heart is dying to say yet the brain cannot tell the mouth to form. It speaks of things you can't even begin to start to tell. Don't let it go. Never let it go.
brokenperfection Aug 2014
This takes place on a rooftop above the city
Almost twangy, almost

Stars are out, and boy, are they ever strong
The sweetest lullaby of a love song
Sung to me from your fingertips
Patetico

Strumming the notes as you would a lover
Best friends turned to endless memories
Perfect, soft whispers
Harmonies that make me listen so close
I don't want to miss a thing

Breathing in the calmest wind-- your air
Sospirando
Coming together with a melody that grows
Two bodies unified as one loud symbol--
Crescendo, dolcissimo, fortepiano, melting gelato  

Rosy reds and the palest clouds
Awakening both hearts, not a dream
You tighten your grip and beg me not to go
Ostinato

As long as you keep singing from your fingertips
Appassionato
And if those hands are your outlets
Bravura
I’ll stay here
Al fine
Ti amerò fino alla fine.
Jessica Evans Aug 2014
I'm the voice but she's the song
Forever until the last note.
-JE
Kyle Kulseth Aug 2014
With passing days queued up
          for the forecast foreseeable
Tuck into the routines' reserves
          deplete when permissible

Shot through the feet
          with what we can't forget
run on through the limp
          past the end of the sentence
                                             and sit
                         In the glow
                  remain undeveloped
                  stay unreconstructed
                  drop the curtain
                 on scenes interrupted

Dot your i's
          with up-slanted slash marks
sparks fill my eyes when
                            I read through your retorts
Blank page.
                                                        Blank page.
A waltz through a minefield
reeling jigs over headstones
          when digging through
           plain white lines
Alexia Côté Jul 2014
September 1st

Note to self: go meet new people

October 1st

Note to self: Give yourself the right to fall in love with him

November 1st

Note to self: Love yourself as much as you love him

December 1st

Note to self: Get him the best Christmas Gift

January 1st

Note to self: Make your New Year's resolution to be good to him this year

February 1st

Note to self: Make it so he spends Valentine's day with you

March 1st

Note to self: Get him to hang it with you again, it's been forever

April 1st

Note to self: It's okay if he's in love with someone else, it's not a joke

May 1st

Note to self: Buy more tissues on the way home

June 1st

Note to self: Don't fall in love again

July 1st

Note to self: Just get over him already

August 1st

Note to self: Find someone to replace him in your life.
Fingers dance along keys with zest,
They lilt, they sing, and then they rest.
The music in a certain key,
I make it say, "do you truly love me?"
Playing for you is my only test,
With you in my life, I am truly blessed.
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