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Jay M Jan 2020
Creating titles, crafting lyrics
Working out the flow
Of words with occasional rhyme
Needing a pianist
But he's the only one

Hiding the purpose
Asking him to play
Hope to create a piece that flows
Or tell him
Create a masterpiece together
And share it
So, a surprise or a duet

The rest of the songs
To be presented
Writing no wrongs
All segmented
Overall;
Our story

Six pieces
Possibly new releases
For a new artist
Finally, something I shall have accomplished

So many things to do
Leaves dripping with the morning dew
Shadows long
Beneath the treetop
And I sing along
A lyric or two I'll swap
Just fix the flux

This verse needs repair
But as long as I'm with you
I don't care
About a silly verse
Or the color or the hue
In those eyes, I immerse

I hope to join a band
Here I hold your hand
Making you smile
While for you, I go the extra mile

For you
I won't give up
Won't back down
If I have one slip-up
It'll be not capturing you in words
I'm feelin' like such a clown
Messin' around
My feet barely touch the ground
As I fly with you
In the sky so blue.

- Jay M
January 11th, 2020
I'm writing an album for my love. So far I've started writing a couple of the songs, but it's hard coming up with the lyrics.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jan 2020
How is it that a girl who had never sung
a note through high school, but played the
drums as well, or better, than the best drummers
in the world, started singing, and almost
instantly became what Paul McCartney called
the most beautiful voice on Earth? It is a
miracle and a mystery.

Karen Carpenter was this girl. A drummer,
and one of the best drummers in the world?
And then, seemingly when she opened her
mouth, instantly to have the most beautiful
voice on Earth? But it's all true. Ask Paul
McCartney if you don't believe me.

And anorexia nervosa, which killed her
when she was barely in her early 30s?
When I think of Karen and her early death,
I see a meteor in the night sky flying by
for just a few seconds, wondrous, breath-
taking, then gone. But I have this glorious
streak on videos and watch and listen to
them over and over and over again.

Where did she come from and where did
she go, so fleetingly, so dazzlingly? I shall
never know the answers to these questions,
nor, I'm afraid, will anyone else.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dani Jan 2020
It comes in passing
Above us
Upon the ground we may not see them
We may not hear their messages
The words of warning and advice
Go unheeded
Carried off by winds
Much louder than their whispering voices
I tilt my gaze to the sky
Watching their words fly by
I wonder how long they have been singing
Who had heard their songs?
Did they hear them in time?
Or was the last note they heard one of melancholy
Of dreams untapped and unrealized
The chains that bind us down from joining them in their flight
Keep us from their songs
They are the ones we put on ourselves
But the shackles have been loosened
Wings freed and flowing
I join their chorus of wisdom
And hope others may finally hear our song
CC Jan 2020
Sad songs make me beautiful
I listen to you and you hear it when you speak
Some moments are about breaking the body
So the spirit can soar
It's about how we discipline ourselves
In order to be free
In this gilded frame we live in
The picture is not yet totally finished
God continues to paint
Everyday is a color
Are you listening?
It's feeling that shouldn't go away
It's a moment that will pass away
This life is temporary as the clouds in the sky
My life has nothing
I am complete
D A W N Jan 2020
there's always that phase in life that we never get used to.
like a favorite song, we rewind it and let the notes break us.
im collecting old poems i wrote 3 years ago so dont mind me
Lela Dec 2019
It's just the fact that I can't listen to sad songs anymore
You took that away from me

And I couldn't be more happy about it
I lost music but now I have you
Mark Dec 2019
Shouting about to all of my homies  
Outlaw, Warsaw, even lil Hacksaw  
There's something afoot  
It's a real hot poppin'  
They say, WHAT  
I say, YEAH, They all say, NAH  
 
I said, something not right  
It's still not a stoppin'  
They said, Oh man  
I said, Oh man  
Everyone in da house shouted  
Oh man  
 
The building is on fire  
Everybody get on down  
Keepin’ da flow, at a very low key  
Get your self way out, spoke he  
Everyone in da house yelled, Okey-Dokey  
'Cause no one wants to be  
Miss USA, runner up, say WHO  
Nup  
 
Everyone in da house shouted, Oh man  
Oh, we bounced on out of there  
We be gettin' in nobody's way  
Uh-Uh  
We're not gunna pop, in someone else's fire  
Not today....
Thanks to my homies HIPPO + HARPS. Appreciate your help Bros. F
Mark Dec 2019
I’ve got a lover or two  
One’s lying on da sofa, so true  
While her little sister is in da back room    
They are so dope in da bedroom, boom boom
I might’ve made an enemy
They’re both half awake, with their eyes still searching
Both luscious and bootiful, they still be wanting my attention
Their both mine for now, shush, secretly I guess  
They know I’m a little shy, by da way I quietly say, bye-bye
They go rambling on, promising not to stay out too late  
Respectfully yours  
As long as she gets down on all fours, while she roars  
I’ve got a lover or two, I’ve got a lover or two  
I blow my own mind, they be wanting to feel me  
Say, "I know they don't really believe me”  
The screams come a little to easy, their not sad, just bad
Maybe, I should be with just one at a time, not two  
But if not me, then who?  
How the hell can a man decide, which sister he should have  
I’m in a dilemma    
I swear on my oath  
Can I choose, which one I should date?  
Can I argue, which one is just a soulmate?  
Can’t I just do them......
Lauren Pascual Dec 2019
there are songs that cannot be sang no more
strong rhythm that cannot be expressed in a crazy dance like before
there is pain kept hidden within the lyrics of our favorite song

i stopped singing love songs.
it reminds me of the sound your name
every time i hear one,
my heart shatters,
again...
isn't that your favorite sound?
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