Austin Bauer Feb 28
Depressed are my poets
because they lack the marketable skills
of my singer-songwriter friends
who, though they are still poets, at least
can play in a band or be staff writer
at some boring record label.

You know the place, where
good art goes to die.
It’s stripped and beaten,
forced into some man’s pocket book,
which consequently gets shoved
into the pocket of his sports coat.

But even the poet doesn’t get
such awful treatment.  No, the poet
puts out a few lines to be read by who?
No one.  That’s who.  Just a few other
lonely writers on a forum - that’s who’s
interested in poetry these days.
ethan gaskill Feb 25
the guitar plays
the intro music
for the showdown
at high noon
me and you
both standing
guns drawn
in the road

fighting, over her heart
desperate and without ruth

fighting for love, with nothing to lose

the dust
shimmers up
in front of the
door to the saloon
inside they have
all gathered
stopped the piano
and the beer

ready to watch, two lonely criminals
with fully loaded guns, and itching to kill

fighting for love, with nothing to lose

the only sound
are the crows
gathered
around
waiting to
fly above
landing on
the victim of

love
biiiiiiggggggg metaphor
ethan gaskill Feb 25
my pen could never understand
how i feel inside my heart
but if pens could feel emotion
then my songs would be remarkable
it has always been there for me
a friend i could count on
from my breakup to my rejections
to when i wanted to be loud and sing songs

and i really wanna say
i need you
there's no other way to say
i can't express
my feelings they're trapped inside
of me
and you are
the key

i'm locked outside of my own mind
like a voyeuristic paradox
if my pen wasn't there for me
then God knows how i'd get it unlocked
i guess i owe it all
to the ink we've come to share
it flows through my veins,
and then through you
and then into the air

and i really wanna say
i need you
there's no other way to say
i can't express
my feelings they're trapped inside
of me
and you are
the key
Riley Myers Feb 13
It wasn't your fault at all
I didn't know who to call, But
You were still in my logs

Always think of your face
An animal I couldn't tame, Yet
I know that nobody's to blame

Working on making it better
Know that it only gets better
I might never let you go
You always make me better
Help me out, under the weather
I might never let you go

I didn't know how to do it
Guess it's only true if the shoe fits
Can't we just watch a movie?

You always think I'm a player;
Got some things I ain't said yet.
Do you really want a relationship?

Working on making it better
Know that it only gets better
I might never let you go
You always make me better
Help me out, under the weather
I might never let you go
Just about the passing time between building trust and having a relationship.
Yeah I know I should have fought it but,
I just couldn't control it. And I know you should be mad at me but,
I got nothing without you. So please be mine. And then after that I'll
let you go. Bay be I don't care what you look like I just want to
wake up in your arms. And I know I should have been
more careful. I feel like a failure because I know I could not keep you.
But all I did was fail you bay be.
One more time I need to be the one that makes you mine.
I know that I could have fought it but,
I should have been more careful. So one last time I promise after that I'll let you go.
Hey guys. This is a song btw XD.
Alex Sep 2017
As often as it rains
Its always leavin me amazed,
The rain clouds on they're way
Persuade the sky gray
Away from blue.
Well it's no surprise
The sun will always rise
It's orange glow
Stretching out the skies,
Glistening glitter
Along the bead drops of dew.
Natural wonders everywhere
They'll never compare
To my daydreams of you.
Natural Beauty fine and fair,
I hear you in the mornin'
I feel you in the air.
feedback?
Nic Evennett Nov 2015
I will ask to fold down,
Sleep between your pleaful hands,
And rise up on the notes of psalms
To rest again on tender lands.

~

https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night/tender-lands
Nic Evennett Nov 2015
I stood at the edge of the dawn, by the sea,
The place where the gull turns and leans over me,
And under the cream, the gold and the grey
A hand took mine with no more to say.

I'll lay at the shore, the mouth of the sea,
And the waves, as they swell, pour their soul into me,
All the life that they give, the hope that they share...
Just walk to the edge: You'll find me there.

So we search the horizon, we search in the skies,
We search in the words of the gull as he cries,
But no answer comes from the sea or the sand.
The answer lays here in the palm of my hand.

I'll lay at the shore, the mouth of the sea,
And the waves, as they swell, pour their heart into me,
The light that they bring, the love that they share...
I promise you this: You'll find me there.
Nic Evennett Nov 2015
"Have some faith..."
No lotuses on your screen;
Some girl from a magazine.
They call her Kayla, babe, what do you think now?
"Rest your head."
James tells me that it breeds sin.
What leather-bound bubble he lives in;
Just full of excuses  - big books have their uses...

Won't you see snowflakes are heavy with shame,
They fall to the ground to blend in with the rain.

Appetence, tell me, now when was it born?
The same day the beautiful rose got her thorn.
(You'll see in the end that Black Beauty won't bend).
Boreas, those blue eyes don't go unseen,
But for all that scrubbing, some stains won't come clean.
And Kayla discovers you can't eat the covers

Won't you see snowflakes are heavy with shame,
They fall to the ground to blend in with the rain.

So give up your ties to the ghost in the skies,
And sing not the song that brings tears to my eyes.
I'll take your blanket, just leave me the cold,
And you can keep warm with the lies that you told.

Won't you see snowflakes are heavy with shame,
They fall to the ground to blend in with the rain.
https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night/boreas
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