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Ioan Hazell Jun 9
Audience-less, a man
Performing songs of childhood and fire.

Stranger to strangeness
Spinning In this incendiary moment.

He sings a song which lives,
Which intensely lives.

An audience of reflections
Battering tall walls in applause.

Defiant clatter of man,
Adorning, like ribbons, the hall.

Dancing heels are screaming
Like these birds in branches

But the starlings fly their nests 
And make lives in their leaves.

They build slow decaying homes
In gutters and trees.

Sacred and hopeless, 
Promising only to rot.

The essential dwindle here
Refining those presents foregone.

The sad beauty
Of sweet recollection.

While nothing spoils inside the hospital,
Day upon day.

Earnest and aflame
He peeks through a psychical crack

Like a brave voice through an open window
Spilling onto Artillery Road.
Sasha Paulona May 29
So many songs to love you
So many gossips to hate you
I hear one thing, I felt another
I'm still in that summer
You sang your first song in dinner

I'm waiting here, despite the odds
That's all I can do
To be young and to be loved
By the songs you sang for your fans
Yes! all those thoughts brought us apart

There is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again
There's nothing for you to rue
Unless the beauty, the passion
Now you up to...…

In the next Cold season
When we find our lovers.
So Don't go far away
I'll be waiting for you
At the empty station
Where no one calls your name...….
Neelam May 20
I was contemplating on mortality,

Barren sermons infested my mind with smog,

Congestion in my bloodstream,

But when I saw someone's well sculpted biceps,

And the guitarist who looked cuter with extra pounds,

I knew life's much more than morbid introspection!
Being caught up in a monologue is exhausting for the brain. But life’s is full of surprises. Even during the most depressing moments, you will catch a glimpse of something witty/funny that’ll break the cycle of destructive thoughts.
Neelam May 19
The deity residing in the heart pumped adrenaline

Angels fueled his voice

Thunderbolt electrified his nerves

The sky compressed his spirit as the

Sound waves borne the gravity of his soul
Music is the best drug, the ultimate hypnotism and it's created by the powers of heaven.
madi Jul 2020
a hoarse-voiced
******* the
sings about living on nicotine
and coffee

but nowadays that’s just a teenage girl with
a juul.
the bathrooms all smell like cotton candy and lung cancer.
Raven Mc Chim Jun 2020
Life is like serendipity
We should filter our sorrows
forgive our lies
And stand for our promises
most importantly, i made this because all my favorite title songs are expressed in this..
i like that singer because i admire and inspire him so much
He is a person who always says that loving yourself is more important before loving others.
Alek Mielnikow May 2020
She’s trying to fly with
crippled wings and join
her dreams together with
guitar strings and when
she sings she sings her
songs of how she tries
to get along with the long
harsh road she’s been
wandering on as she tries
to fly with crippled wings
and join her dreams together
with guitar strings

by Aleksander Mielnikow
I was inspired to write this poem after "This Town Is Killing Me" by Caitlyn Smith kept replaying in my head. Make sure to check it out!

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SA Szumloz Apr 2020
I am a white speck in a sea of black
A nail that hasn't been ******* in
A young woman that seems to lack
The gravity to stay on the ground.

Here I am standing, bathing in light
With a microphone close to my lips
The piano plays softly tonight
My only guide at this moment.

I close my eyes and wait for my cue
Soft twinkles from the piano
Electrifies the dark room
I feel the pulling of heartstrings.

A second later, I hear it
I breathe, and start to sing
My voice dips and splits
The roof of the theater above.

That's when I know,
I am on top of the world.
Vampirecadence Apr 2020
If night would've been a girl,
I would've married her.
Night is beautiful,
don't look at her darkness, inside her,
it's her beauty that only those can see
who have sat with her.

I can see how pretty she gets
the darker she gets,
I have touched her
and she touched me too,
I have listened her
and she listened me too.

She made me hers
and I made her mine.
She made me feel I'm not alone
as she let me accompany her.
I love the way she stares at me
like I'm only hers.

- shivamrealmyself
NIGHT - 3:33 AM - 3:44 AM
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
by michael r. burch

love was a little treble thing—
prone to sing
and (sometimes) to sting

Keywords/Tags: love, bee, honeybee, treble, song, sing, singer, sting, stinger, barb, poison
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