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DIRTY DEW Nov 2014
Arms outstretched
Eyes to the sky
Back to the ocean
I go

Floating
The sun ignites the sweat on my forehead
Gasoline

What happens when you open the cage
Of the bird that wouldn't stop it's singing?

What song will it play
When it lands on that final branch
Never to be heard again
It may as well be sunny
It may as well be May

The sky may as well be bright
The trees may as well be green

The people may as well be smiling
It may as well be Spring

I may as well be dancing
The birds may as well be singing
Singing with me
-a musician
HE:
It was a long while ago
since I left my village
There’s been no word
no traveller with news –
and I am dying for any song
from the girl I left behind


SHE:
It's been some time ago
Since that boy left me behind
Where he is, nobody knows
There's been no news to find
I would like to just sing him one more song
About how he's the boy that I've loved for so long
Maybe he'll come to me, in my dreams
But in reality, he's nowhere it seems...


HE:
The day’s work offers diversion
but the quiet evening
brings back the pain
How is she now
the one I left behind?
I see her still in my mind –
across the river
and she would not wave goodbye


SHE:
I regret not waving to him
On that dreadful final goodbye
I wonder if he thinks of me
On that last day, did he see me cry?
Daily chores and family
Offer me some solace
But nothing feels the same
As when him and I were US


BOTH: (Chorus)
Staring at this glassy water,
Our eternal hearts divide
Do you stare at the same moon’s reflection
From the other side?
I hope you find my love one day
Floating across this wayward water
Until then, I will pray
Our hearts are broken no longer
Raj's first collaboration! Proud to be his first!  Thank Raj!  ❤
Graced Lightning Oct 2014
if i knew where to get drugs, i'd be a ******
2. sure, my ribs are visible, but what of it?
3. i lose myself in dreams at night and during algebra ii
4. i'm in lust with a girl with a boyfriend
5. or maybe i'm just paranoid
6. i'm lonely in these cinderblock walls
7. i find myself again under stage lights
8. i'm homeless (although not in the traditional sense)
9. i know i'm loved but
10. when my friends laugh with their other friends, it's about me
11. or maybe i'm just paranoid
12.if i lose it, who will visit me in the hell known as 'psychiatric ward'?
13. i can't hold my own in a fight because i cry into my wounds
14. besides, i don't write anymore
15. what is there to write about besides love and insanity anyway?
16. my demons visit this safe haven and desecrate it
17.their names are sarah kate and victoria
18. or maybe i'm just paranoid
19. but i swear i didn't name the voices inside my head
20. i make endless lists of things that don't matter
21. to do, to buy, to cry about, to write about
22. so i close my eyes when i sing
23.or maybe i'm just paranoid
24. and you hated this poem but
25. maybe i'm just paranoid
open mic night
stands shivering with
star shine
and a little coffee house
just north of the furthest peak
of the Appalachia chain
pour your soul out
i was there
with the skyrockets behind guitars
nothing but a raw voice
and a standing ovation heart
brought the hands together
when copper met copper
where my lining had been torn off
from tonight's session
i brought a crowd to their feet
ahhhhh <3
We sidestepped the stars and became engulfed with the vast nothingness of space
without which they could not shine.

We avoided roses and carnations and gave ourselves over to the earth from which they sprang.

We ignored the music, but marveled at the waves of vibration which made sense of the sound.

We shunned the masterpiece, becoming enthralled by the technique which allowed its longevity to be enjoyed.

We spurned the story, but delved into the grammar and structure of every single word.

We spoke not of love, but acted. We cherished each breath shared in between without which there would not be us.
Liora Jensen Sep 2014
Star struck by stardust,
got caught in my eye.
Living a lonely one,
defining a lie.
Singing wrong verses
They're all out of time.
Which leads me to wonder
if anything's right.
N T Sep 2014
JD
"Suddenly, every song was about you."
-loving you in six words

but it works for people you don't love too
Like the boy who ****** you then didn't text you back, that same boy who called you ugly and fat and gross and all of those words that no one dared to say to you before.

Every song that you sing is about him, any song on every subject, but especially that one
'as long as he needs me' resonated everywhere
in the places on your body that hadn't been touched since he said he thought about you every day.

Even the other boys you kiss in acting class, they're him.
They're him because he's the only boy who never let you kiss him, and not physically, in the way that when you kissed him you knew he felt nothing like every other boy, less feeling than the gay boys you kissed in a game of spin the bottle.

you don't know what you are to him, but you know he's every song and every boy to you.
j d
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