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KN Nov 2024
A shattered being is all I want from destiny,
Oh my beloved one, would you put me together?

My smithereens perk up by your only glance,
Oh my beloved, would you not let the moon steal your sight?

The raven black of your eyes sink my ship in,
Oh my beloved, would you let this dream shatter me more?

Again my being is lost in the wind's beat,
Oh my beloved, would you let loose the words in a talk?

It is the night, heavy with whispers and sighs,
Oh my beloved, would you confront my love and then abolish it?

In the stillness, where shadows dance like memories,
Oh my beloved, would you weave our hearts into a single thread?

Let the stars witness this fragile truth,
Oh my beloved, would you hold my fragments until dawn breaks?
The above poem is not entirely mine but its a serenade that my grandpa used to sing for my grandma in their youth. He passed away recently so I decided to pen it down in my imperfect manner.
kokoro Oct 2024
I first heard your song,
driving through the dry mountains of Arizona.
the horn honking in your song wont stop me
Phoebe.
Your voice wont stop me from driving 1000 more miles Phoebe.
Youre my number one party anthem,
look out for me,
look out for me.
you're not the monster your the doctor,
serenade me with your song Phoebe.
LOVE is Like a SONG!!
Got me SINGING all day LONG!!
A SONG you can't
get off your MIND!!,
A MELODY so SWEET
A SERENADE
you SHALL FIND,
The TUNE is so CALM,
The SOUND is so SOOTHING.
You will SWAY to the MUSIC,
IT will get you MOVING!!
LOVE IS IN THE AIR,
Just like a LOVE SONG!!
It sounds so INCREDIBLE,
That There is nothing wrong
The SONG OF LOVE,
A MELODY that is so DEEP,
The SOUND is so MAGICAL,
it's Like putting you to SLEEP!!!


B.R.
Date: 05/5/2023
and when all the noises die down,
silence will come serenading,
resonating you to rest,

let it
console
your soul.

heal through the night.
and live fearlessly
again, through the day.
Coleen Mzarriz Jan 2022
It was as if her old shirt has tightened its grip unto her β€” slowly spreading crumbs of itch and scars from her last night's episode.

And sometimes, she would often wear her old clothes to feel its tightness and grip her unbalanced body, so she would look at herself and roll her eyes in disgust. And often, she would toss around her big shirts and compare the two, while her wounds slowly turning into scars, she would see to it and add another collection,
and she would call it a day. Eat a lot more than yesterday and hide in her memories, until someone finds her, but she's never found.

Sometimes, she will serenade someone but no one can hear her. Give some pieces of her and turn it into songs, but no one listens.

And she would call it a day, spend a lot more than yesterday, and hide in the present realm of her new found friend, her favorite scent from her old shirt.
January 2022!! Starting this year with a poem like this that I wrote last December. Reminiscing some emotions I felt last year.

Thank you for continuously reading my works. I hope you have a great month. :)
Brumous Oct 2021
Long gone were the times where
we serenade with such love and promise,
the time where you prove everything to show it
in hopes of them reciprocating your calling

Now was when we give gifts, and chocolates,
along with a sea of flowery compliments
A simple "I love you." would do it,

While some prefer that comforting silence,
quiet but genuinely loving.
Κœα΄€Κ€α΄€Ι΄α΄€/π•Šπ•–π•£π•–π•Ÿπ•’π••π•–.
β€”A piece of music sung or played in the open-air, typically by a man at night under the window of his lover.

"sad that I can't see more of this tradition,"
-Br.
Brumous Oct 2021
Please, tell me...
Tell me if you love me,
I still don't know what you think of me
My heart serenades for your love endlessly,
I won't bat an eye if all went down tragically

With my life of screaming melancholy,
tell me that you loved me.
I based it on a book, that I'm currently reading.
Romance but with full-blown angst, my type of books.

-Br.
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