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LaCayla Jul 28
I open my window,
And the sounds of crickets fill the air.

Tonight there was a concert going on,
Just down the road.

I could hear people laughing,
And I could hear them singing along.

The concert is now over,
And all I hear are crickets chirping.

They're getting really loud,
That's all I've got to say.

I'm thinking of closing my window,
But I'm kinda enjoying the sound.

I just finished a book,
Took me a few hours from beginning to end.

The book was in poetry form,
Yet I read it like it was normal.

Now I'm just laying in bed,
Writing poetry.

Curled up in a ball,
Texting a couple people.

Getting a little bored,
Not knowing what to do.

Maybe write another poem,
but about what?

I don't even know,
Oh wait they texted back.
Amaris Jul 24
You gave me silken scarves and solitude
To weave my own bindings
You gave me surpluses of satin
Bandages for skin you broke
You gave me Swarovski accessories
As if it excused your absences
You gave me smooth apologies
A salve to my twisted fingers
Bhill Jul 10
Sounds awaken you
Listen to the morning song
In the near distance

Sounds of the new day
Sounds of cars rolling along
Sounds of dogs speaking

Sounds coming at you
Coming from unseen frontiers
To awaken you...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 170
What do you hear?
JT Nelson Jun 27
Cool cool floor
Of smooth hard tile
Barefeet slapping in
Successive taps


Then onto carpet

Just observing the almost silent moments of someone stepping across a tile floor and then onto the carpet. Mostly mundane... definitely not something ever thought of as magical, this is something going on all over all the time. Sometimes things like that blow my mind.
Joshua Penrod Jun 26
It's not the mere sound of a persons laugh,
Rather it's what or whom they are laughing at
That defines who they are

"The Sound of a Laugh" -JP
Maria Nieves Jun 4
Did you hear that?
That shear pain
That sounds like scratches on a chalkboard.
That horrible sound that makes you think of the last rejection from your crush.
Did you think about that one moment that everyone around you knows the truth about you but you
That’s funny because you see the truth all around you,
All you could hope is that no one notices all the issues in your life
Everyone sees what’s going wrong in your life while you are putting on this big cheese smile,
Knowing that your whole world is on fire
And I don’t mean a little campfire fire, I mean a fire that could take out an entire country
A fire that could burns you from the inside out.
You can tell who have been fighting this fire within themselves
It’s worse when all the people involved end up acting like they know nothing
You just have to sit there and wonder what is going to happen next
This is that moment that you hear that shear pain all over again
You feel that fire that burned you
Sometimes you just got to think about how you got there
Did you ever think that someone is setting you up to fail?
That’s something I always thought about
Why, why would someone like myself think that way?
Well, let’s get real.
Everyone has an agenda, whether you were meant to be there or not.
That agenda changes more times than I do into an outfit to go out in
Which is upsetting because all I do is try on different sets of shirts to get told
“Just wear that, no one is going to care”
Sorry that I actually care about my appearance
Sorry that you wanted me to just choose one shirt
But I am not sorry for making myself look different
Because when I am out, I want to be a different person
That is my moment to meet someone new,
Every time I’ve gone out with my friends I made at least one new friend
So I am not sorry for trying on different sets of shirts to remind myself that I am meeting someone new
Someone that didn’t know I was going to change their agenda
But one thing I will always notice is that once you change someone’s agenda
Your agenda stays the same,
This one person I met at a bar
We chatted it up, I learned they lived in my same borough, they got me a couple of drinks
All I gave them was my Facebook profile…
Clearly I was making “a move” as my best friend told me
That’s the moment that I questioned where my agenda was taking me
My agenda wanted me to feel that shear pain again
But it raises the question of why does being nice have to look like flirting now?
How does that make sense?
So if I compliment your outfit, does that mean that I want you in my bed? means that I think your outfit is cute
I just can’t even comprehend that thought process of how we got to that point
My mother always told me to be nice to everyone
I guess that would make me a flirtatious person…
But guess what I am not that person
I’m the person that fights for what I believes in
Fights for the people closest to my heart
This is all about that shear pain that makes me think of a scratching on a chalkboard
That shear pain wasn’t created physically
It was all about the words that was said aloud to me
Star BG Jun 3
The street musician plays
from heart
becoming his instrument.
His sounds infusing
with air so passerby's
can be empowered.

The music performer plays
sharing his art
to become a portal of sound.
His music graces ears
with his undying passions.
And guitar case open
hoping to feed his art
and self.
I watched this You tube and I highly recommend you listen to this artist. He inspired this poem.
Mariusz Goli "Improwizacja" Katowice Stawowa
zoe May 16
I see the lights through the window
Forming shapes in your ceiling
We lie in bed and you look at me
You don't say what you are thinking
But you smile and get closer.

I hear the traffic through my window
Keeping me awake till late at night
Too late to say what I was thinking
That time I wanted to stay
But left anyway.
elle jaxsun Mar 20
wide awake
eyes darting back and
heart crashes like a wave
and into
and into my chest

i should be doing something



some—alarm goes off
it’s 3:30 AM

time to get ready for work
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