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Kayla Gallant Jun 2019
It’s a hazel daze
Your eyes so close to mine
As we stretch and groan
On this lazy Sunday morn
Delusional smiles crease our faces
Kisses planted on foreheads
Soft and tender
Like a thornless rose
Intertwined like vines
Crawling up a terrace
In this moment
I wish to stay
In the arms of my love
Where I know I am safe
My love keeps me sane ❤️
Steve Page May 2019
We're all sound artists now.
Walking through our chosen concert halls, with or without walls, listening through public spaces, in personal places, curating our own shapes of combinations, constructions, concoctions of sounds and visions, an unwitting contribution to the contemporary audio visual world of sonic art installations.
We're all artists now.
And we're in charge.
Walking through London listening to my playlist.
larni May 2019
i love you
i love every breath you take
i love every sound that
escapes your lips
as i kiss that spot between
your jaw and neck
i love the way your hands
touch my skin,
no rush, nothing to prove,
nothing but pure love
braiding itself
within my heart
and reassuring my mind
i love the way your voice sounds
in the morning
when sleep is thick in your throat
and your eyes are heavy
i love you
forever
and
always
one day
Nina May 2019
It's been a few days since I last saw you
I can hardly remember how you sound like
So I play your voice messages on repeat
In order for me
Not to forget
The sound of your voice
Chris Saitta May 2019
Sound is a torchlight passed
Along the eardrum to quiver in silhouettes,
Shadow puppets of the mind.  

Stars are the torchlit soundways to the divine,
With flickerings too far to be heard
Or too much shadow-disturbed to know as sign.
Steve Page May 2019
bananana and cinnamonon
betray a lack of discipline
while gingerer on melonon
shows tasteful imagination
Inspired by 2 pre-school brothers
Diána Bósa May 2019
born in sound, voice by
the call - the world begins with
the echo of you
Ylzm May 2019
A tap, a clap
Silence broken
Eternity fractured
Time created
We remembered
Before, After.

Another tap, or clap
Fragment of Time
Captive in mind
Measuring Tempi
Marking Rhythms
Without Memories, no Music.
Zaza May 2019
Have you ever wondered
How your name
Would sound
On the
Tip
Of
My
Tongue

Whilst my cat
Has yours
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