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apricot 4d
When you're feeling down and blue,
Just start singing, it's what you should do.
Let the music lift your spirits high,
And watch your worries slowly fly.

A simple tune can ease the pain,
And make you feel alive again.
So find a song that speaks to your soul,
And let the melody take control.

Whether you're happy or feeling small,
Singing can lift you up, that's all.
So don't be afraid to belt it out loud,
Let your voice be heard, be proud.

In times of trouble, in times of glee,
Singing is the key to set you free.
So grab a mic or sing along,
And let the power of music make you strong.
Kagey Sage Sep 2
I didn’t go out last night, like I was supposed to. Sunday during Labor day weekend, and it’s a return to the long grind on Tuesday for my field. So many unknowns will collapse into certainty in one day, which will impact the rest of my year and beyond. So it goes.

I was supposed to go drink at the bar, an old friend is back on the wagon it seems. Yet, my buddy didn’t let me know it was going down until they were already at the bar. I spent most the day at my parents’ in the countryside and just got home. I was already on my second drink alone, and I sensed they were already farther along than me. Do I really want to drive 15 minutes to nurse 3 beers for 3 hours so I can drive back home? My stomach felt upset, so that was the deciding factor for me.

I let down Chuck Palahniuk in that quote where he says writers need to get out into the world, because nothing happens at home. Yet, I felt like I let myself down all summer by not hunkering down and completing all the esoteric music projects I envisioned. I was too tired to mess with my cables, mics, and computers, so I just picked up my acoustic and played. Sweet ethereal major 7th inversion chords and long forgotten riffs. A couple hours went by.  I played the blues riff from “The Last Time” by the Rolling Stones better than I remember. I hit those chords so rhythmically and started to sing. I always thought I did good with **** Jagger’s vocals. I even remembered the second verse. I was right in the middle of it, when I hear my screen door open and some quick slaps on the door. My little dog comes barreling down from upstairs, barking. I look at the clock on the stove. It’s 9:36. I guess some people still need to work on Labor Day. Nevertheless, the city noise ordinance protects me ‘till 10.

I go to my front door and it’s a black abyss, save for a street light showing no one across the street in its feeble glow. I go to my side door, and my driveway and neighbor’s house is equally forlorn. I check the door on the other side of my house, off the bathroom. ****, I left it open to just the screen door. Surely nobody came into my backyard to mess with this door, but maybe it did let too much noise out. Was it the agoraphobic old lady on this side that came to my door? I never even spoke to her before.

Whoever it was, why didn’t they stay to talk to me? I would give you my phone number to make it easier on you if it ever happens again. I checked in the morning again. No note, no nothing. My mind is spinning with unknowns. Was it someone thinking this was the coke dealer’s house next door? Was it kids, checking if my car was unlocked, but then decided on an impromptu prank when they heard my song? Paranoid, I carried my Shillelagh with me the rest of the night.

I caved in, and got quieter. Switched to a tiny guitar tuned in open D, and stopped singing. I still hope they heard me faintly in defiance. I came up with a cool riff and recorded it in my loop pedal. There was a bit of feedback getting it all set up, and I hope they heard that too.



I’m too dense to take hints. Talk to me like a human being, and maybe next time I’ll know it’s you and what you are looking for.
Steve Page Apr 6
Lord, keep us dreaming
Remembering your faithfulness
Believing, looking for more
Keep us singing
Ready to soar
Joel 2.28
Zechariah 8.8
Is 43.19  Is 42.9
Is 42.10.  44.23
Is 40.31
After The Rain
I Sing Again
After The Rain
I Live Again

The Rain, The Rain, The Rain

The Flood of Tears
Have Disappeared
From The Tide
Of Constant Fears
Suddenly
Your Sunny Day
Will Stay
Will Stay

After The Rain
I Sing Again
After The Rain
I LOVE AGAIN

The Rain, The Rain, The Rain

(c)Debra Lea Ryan
02/01/2024
2nd Poem/Words of 1st Album Concept I have challenged myself to create during 2024 - Life Willing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXuaSNDSAfY
Steve Page Dec 2023
The choral fraternity
breathed coordinately,
perfectly quietly,
and (crucially) sequentially,
so that the consequent silences
went largely unnoticed,
fortunately.
I'm in a Christmas choir.  For the long lines, we're encouraged to breath in sequence in order to maintain the collective sound
FunSlower Oct 2023
As I forget what it is to remember myself,
I remember what it is I forgot…

Floating through infinity, divinity clings to me.
Shame claims my name as I recoil into you.

Sing to me now, the song we’ve always known.
The one we wrote so we’re never alone.

A single verse is enough; we’ll fill it with hope.

Hear her crying now, scrying from above.
Drown me with a starry night in love.

Startle me, constantly, sweet annihilation.
I’ll even let this ruin us, true tantalisation.

As we remember what it is to forget ourselves,
I forget what it is to remember…
Our Song
Sweet Annihilation
True Tantalisation
FunSlower Oct 2023
What makes you Feel the full sting of
new harmony in the world?
So, the moon spoke to you as a bairn?

What makes you Think you could string
new harmony through our world?
Go, a revelation is awaiting you, the brave.

What makes you Conceive you should sing
new harmony with her world?
No, the truth is awakening in you, a bane!

What makes you Believe you will bring
new harmony to their world?
Lo, you’re more likely to set it all ablaze.

Archetype of Sadness
Epitome of Love
Architect in all of this; know you are enough!
Feel
Think
Conceive
Believe
George Krokos Aug 2023
If we sing the Master’s praises
with a sincere and loving heart
the fire of love inside us blazes
and so then we don’t feel apart.
____
From 'The Quatrains' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
xavier thomas Jun 2023
Him:
Your love my Queen
Brightens my day and thoughts
Your love my Queen
Never breaks my heart
Your kisses sing
Time and time and time and
again
Grabbing the deepest parts of me
Bringing out the best in me
Opening the deep desires in me
I’m crying out for more

Her:
Your love my King
Brightens my day and thoughts
Your love my King
I’ll follow you, trust my heart
Your kisses sing
Time and time and time and
again
Grabbing the deepest parts of me
Bringing out the best in me
I’m crying out for more
Your love my King

Just look at us
Just look
Give it all a chance
Soul ties

Him:
Your love my Queen
Brightens my day and thoughts
Your love my Queen
Never breaks my heart
Your kisses sing
Time and time and time and
again
Grabbing the deepest parts of me
Bringing out the best in me
Opening the deep desires in me
I’m crying out for more

Her:
Grabbing the deepest parts of me
Bringing out the best in me
I’m crying out for more
Your love my King

Him:
This is no blind debate
We are a good team
This is no blind debate
We are, we are fully healed

Her:*
Come brighten my day and thoughts
Never break my heart
Mmm, grab me
Just look
Gimme a chance
Writing a love story together
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