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ryn Dec 2017
The radio sung me a tune.
A tune made for me.
It was played soft.
It told me a story.

The melody that accompanied,
resonated with every chord.
Every word that I had heard,
struck home like a sharpened sword.

I thought, “Could it have been for me?”
Just when the tune ended.
“Is it so that I am that apparent?
For such a song to be written and dedicated.”


But I am a fool...
For thinking I am worth the scrutiny.
While being neck-deep,
in an ocean -
unalone with others plenty.
Panda Boy Nov 2017
The way a man can be herself
As the eyes and mouth
Twitch in a silent breeze.

He starts with a lukewarm
Ginger beer and the
Local newspaper
Or black coffee and low opinions
Whilst listening to the bird
Morning song.

Yet, he could be listening to you
On the radio.
ChikuShanae Oct 2017
I was doing fine until I turned the radio on,
Any happiness I just had is now gone.
Reminding me im at a place where I need someone to depend on.
The weather has now changed,
My cry is thunder, my tears are rain.
The lyrics is speaking truth to my pain.
Hear here:
https://soundcloud.com/nataliejcopeland/fine-rough-first-mix*

I'm fine
  I'm fine
    My heart's on fire
      But I'm fine
No ****
  No wine
    No need for that stuff
      Cause I'm fine

The words on the radio
Don't touch me like they used to
Not a single song out there
Sounds right or rings true

I'm chill
  I'm fine
    Growing colder
      On the vine
The leaves
  They turn in time
    And I'm turning too
      Cause I'm fine

I wish I could capture a sunbeam's warmth
Before the autumn days
But just like the summer in your smile
This too will fade away

I'm fine
  Not sure what I'll do but I'm fine
    This heart beats slower now
      But it's fine, oh it's fine
I'll try
  To coastline
    Try to glow up
      Til I grow up
        And I show up
          Truly fine.
Find the track here:
https://soundcloud.com/nataliejcopeland/fine-rough-first-mix
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
I love this song on the radio.
But why do I feel so bad?
The tune it makes me very happy
But then again, so sad.

Here in the car, the speakers pour
That melody in my ears.
The song is sweet, I love the beat
But what’s with all these tears?

We listened there from the very front row.
It made you happy just to watch the show.
I was all entranced as your eyes romanced
The minstrel on the stage.

You were very pleased and that pleased me.
I simply loved to see you happy.
The music still rings round my brain
And takes me back to better days.

The song’s still neat but now you’re gone.
I’m in this seat just driving on.
The tune evolves into a smile
So I turn it up and sing awhile.
Ella Sep 2017
I think its the lights,

or maybe the sounds?

that make late night car rides

so peacful.

With the radio to drown out

all your demons,

of stress and depression.

And lights flickering by,

making your eyes look like galaxies.

Staring out the window,

watching the sleeping world

as you drive passed.
car rides
Bobcat Sep 2017
I heard a sad song
On the radio
It reminds me
Of the note you wrote
Of when we first met
And I was alone
You said I would never be
Ever be
Miserable

If there was one moment I'd regret
I would trace it to when we met
Nobody wants to cash in what's coming to 'em

Not when you're breaking hearts, so fluid

If I drive
Right off this cliff
Will people know
That I forfeit
And just let go
Is this an accident or incident
(Oh please) Save me from myself

I heard a sad song
On the radio
It reminds me
Of the note you wrote
Of when we first met
And I was alone
You said I would never be
Ever be
Miserable

But here I am in
Late September
10 months ago
You remember?
Barely breathing
Sinking feeling
You left me hanging
How can I trust again?

I heard a sad song
On the radio
It reminds me
To just let go
Of your words
And all the hope
And I pray that
You're miserable
Luna Lima Aug 2017
Driving on country road
Beatles on the radio
Wind is in my hair
A haiku I concieved while driving down the highway.
Sparrow Junk Aug 2017
The radio's not what it used to be
With its wealth based in virtuality
Calling out to the youthful dream
Which is never quite as it seems

The radio no longer plays what's mine
As my popular taste has faded in time
I stopped singing along to the tunes
They stopped making my afternoons

The radio is nothing but melodic static
I'm aware that sounds a little dramatic
But I can't relate to these digital trends
No more playlists, I want show host friends

The radio's batteries died long ago
I'll replace them one day I suppose
When the songs I like will play
As part of a classic aural wave
The expectations of radio have shifted so much, especially in the face of the playlist trend which someone I know claims has ruined his working commute. Tried to capture that feeling in this piece
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