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Sara Kellie Dec 2018
Paul and his friend once said
"The rock feels no pain".
Yet, without mallet or hammer
the rock,
was smashed with forked tongue
and I wonder . . .
was it Art?

Kaydee.
Inspiration taken from Simon & Garfunkel
Aghubbs Dec 2018
To describe, It’s a block in my head
Making all my thoughts blank.
I don’t know how to deal with it
And I have myself to thank.

I would try to write a song, but
My head is a desert plain.
This isn’t a very good way
To have a claim to fame.

Rumble, rumble, I hear them say,
“You shall not escape”
And these stones keep their way,
And bend me out of shape.

The shifty sands of my brain
Grinds these stones to grains,
But the tall scape, my desert plains
Are set to keep, contain

Clear in my head, like a cloudless sky
I see these stones create
A wall to keep these questions why
Locked behind the gate.

Slowly, slowly we march along,
The future is unknown
To this tune we sing a song,
For I am not alone.

I hear the buzzing in my ears,
The blocks have been demolished.
For when you lose your hopes and fears, you could be astonished.

That’s the end, I wish you well,
I hope this means a lot
For writing about your problems
Can bring you into thought

Hip, hop, as we walk along
Skip, trot, as we move strong.
Writing this has cleared my block,
I thank you guys for that,
I shall write along on this writing walk,
(Curiosity killed the cat)
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
With all due respect,
I’d like to request.

This is not something I expect,
I don’t need another quest.

Take her away from me if You must,

but—

don’t take my minstrelsies away.
My external Hard Disk needs a repair. I hope all of the songs I’ve made and stored there won’t be gone.
Austin Bauer Feb 2018
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 2018
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 ****

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 2018
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 *** 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 2018
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.
Aztec Rose Jan 2018
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
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