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Leslie Ledezma Dec 2017
Platinum framed mirroring you writing your song prose
Getting what’s mind, decreeing like in a new age western frontier
In this town with its millions of light lookin’ like star clusters
Fate says, my road’s lamps need reinventing, they don’t understand
But dareling with precise gold mine ears, please hear this call
Add more made-up brightness, enthralled, enthrall

Tell me I’ve the music to match a torch soul
Sunset sound, saying dream, stay up a little longer
Send me to your madly sought paradise
Flareling monied with cinemascope electricity, send me

Embarking as an ember fueled by nearing iconic fires
Not very long now til there’s light enough to read my prayer, this emblem
It goes, American paradise, novel sunshine
This is what I think of driving towards the brightest sky
Volume louder, like the progress through this score
Chose the teaching, try for the best reel, all play, dreams beget reality

Tropicana, records, street signs, finally shameless of my persistence
Fantastic, still on this road of escape thru golden seasons to noon Sunday
Looking up, thought it all strange but brilliant, even shooting stars have an end
So I don’t care

Sitting by the fountain, hearing it say one thing, it went live oh live
Stealing from the poet laurete’s treasured inspiration, and I don’t feel bad.
Wondering at the azure ripples, song verses shimmer like ‘em,

Long hair gleams, statuesque eyes, mysterious surprising only way to live
They said beware through tears, I say, it’s alright to be scared
Rather ask for paradise and rush there before the answer
Gotta get out
Get away
Run away
"I'm running out..."
Running out of time
Out of patience
Get me out!
Out of here
Hear the blood
Blood rushing in ears
Ears full of volume
Volume in decibels
Decibels drown out thoughts
I'm drowning in thoughts
Thoughts that chain
Changes in motion
Emotional changes
Change of pace
Change of scenery
Change of heart
Gotta get out
Take me out
10.11.17
Inktober prompt: Run
Rules: Whatever comes out of the pen is the poem. No edits allowed.
Donielle Oct 2017
Lower your voice and soften your tone, if they're listening
they'll still hear you.
lara Feb 2017
Friday foggy night and I was wondering, just wondering
As I noticed how silent the city is that I once used to live in
How silent I was not anymore

This is not the place to be, I thought
As it only wanted me to lay my head on its shoulder
How loud I had become
The city I grew up in
When the Earth ceased its motion
The volume muted the commotion
It all was pain and suffering until
The day the earth stood still
11/1/2016
15:09

Love is that feeling you get
When you open a fresh bag of cookies
Or take a tray of brownies out of the oven.
Love is that feeling you get
Right before you jump into a cold river, lake, or pool.
Love is that feeling you when when you lay in your bed and let the ocean waves drift you off to sleep after spending a whole day at the beach.
Love is that feeling you get when a puppy pees on your carpet but you can't stay angry
Love is that feeling you when a close friend successfully quits their drug habit.
Love is that feeling you get, as you drift apart from someone who was once everything you ever wanted.
Love is that feeling you get when you and that person decide it would be best if you two no longer spoke to each each other.
Love is that feeling you get as you watch your parent gracefully face death head on.
Love is that feeling you get when you think about spending the rest of your life with another person hoping that you die first so that you’ll never have to be a day without them.
But most of all, love is that feeling you get when you yearn to fall asleep next and wake up with the love of your life every night and every morning.
WickedHope Dec 2015
the silence and the noise blur into a deafening void that consumes me.
Nameless Sep 2015
Never again,
will my lucky numbers be:
17, 23, 19, 21...
My stomach turns,
when I turn the volume to 27.
... So I lower it to 16.
3 letters that scare me,
5 weeks for a life to decay.
One deer smiling
the other solemn,
eyes glazed over.
I am within the stars.
Orion, but without his belt.
I count the stars,
one, two, three, four----
A bug buzzes in my ear...
And I come down falling,
like a shooting start.
But it's not a beautiful sight.
And the bug,
The bug had to of stung me----
Because it hurts.
My eyes are closed...
But I have to ***.
I must make my legs leave.
Fast.
GO.
NOW!
AS FAST AS YOU CAN...
... just run?
I'm here...
The bug bite stings,
I want to sleep.
To dream,
A dream better than this!
But flash backs from the stars
Plague my mind-----.
I didn't dream...
I didn't dream a dream
better than this...
The bite is gone,
but it left a mark.
A mark the size of
a 7 to 8 year sentence.
And I used to love riding my bike.
But now...
I can't stand the sound it makes.
The seat.
The handle bars.
How at any moment,
The peddle could make you crash...
SCRAPPED, CRASHED, BURNED.
I'm safe...
'Not safe yet', Police say.
I hear chatter over their radios.
Why can't I tune everything out?
... Why lie,
But the truth was never any better.

And my eyes,
Why are they so dull and grey?
I could have sworn,
they were bright blue,
Like the sky...
But there's no color left.
3 letters that scared me...
3 letters that took away,
the color in my eyes...
Based on a recent traumatic event that I am still going through.
George Cheese May 2015
I was lost in a cave of echoes.
I couldn't speak for volume;
my own sound added to noise.
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