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Alicia Moore Feb 20
Tone.

I miss yours, you know... your voice, so soft and soothing.
I miss you... what am I doing?
I miss you, but I care for your happiness more.
Please don’t remember our time together as a chore.

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Josie Lenz Oct 2020
I can’t leave

the fatigue
that i keep
in my brain
hidden
from the pain
that i breathe
that i bleed
as I plead
to be free


I am chained

to this bed
all the dread
that i feel
that i fear
is the sound
that i hear
as i scream
in my dreams
in my head
I am dead
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2020
Queen Fathima the Queen of Heaven
she tones her rose-red colour
and lent nature a cool spark.
Boom, that fires up big bang!  
So she shades her hue
puts on her black niqab
so in her shadow nature can flower.
Now the full-blown scientia nature
is beyond every hand’s touch
eyes on for her Queen everywhere!
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2020
Wounded by one
same stone
crying in many tones!
CupcakesArePink Mar 2020
deep as the ocean
soft and warm like mornings

sweet tones like chocolate
wrap me up and pull me in

these tones and octaves
how beautiful, these sounds

im in love with your voice
Colm Dec 2019
Skies too small and colorless
Waters too calm and chaos intent
The earth too round, too bound and true
Too much my hopes for you
Dear friend - Tone it down, haha!
The song never dies
He can silence your laughter, make still your movement
And extinguish the physical
Air may fade until only a beat is left in your conscious mind
Lyrics taken from your lungs
But the song plays
It plays behind shut eyes
Triumphant sound the deaf can hear
Shaken from the depths of your memory by a turbulent bed
The song never dies
Colm Jul 2019
If my name was more unique
   My cadence more strong
   My words more angry
   Or my roving eye of justice
   — More outstretched and long
Maybe then I would stand out to you
Maybe then I would start to sing anew
But probably not
As you cannot sing what is not meant to be your song
Words are words. Tone is Tone. All voices are meant to be themselves, no exceptions.
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