#cd
my body's made of crushed little stars. mitski
everything in its right place. radiohead
saint bernard. lincoln
england made me. black box recorder
i don't love you. my chemical romance
wake me up when september ends. green day
down in a hole. alice in chains
vermilion, pt. 2. slipknot
is it still you in there?. alex g
lighthouse. adrianne lenker
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:20 AM UTC
spring into summer. lizzy mcalpine
i knew. lizzy mcalpine
camden. gracie abrams
everything i wanted. billie eilish
i love you. billie eilish
long sleeves. gracie abrams
hate yourself. tv girl
jealous. eyedress
last time i'm falling in love. eyedress
jupiter. claire rosinkranz
sharpener. cavetown
grocery store. cavetown
coma city. green day
the light behind your eyes. my chemical romance
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC
promise?. bella kay
the kids from yesterday . my chemical romance
my paper heart . the all american rejects
grocery store . cavetown
chemtrails . lizzy mcalpine
my heart is buried in venice . ricky montgomery
another sad song . jupiter flynn
i'm low on gas and you need a jacket . pierce the veil
my future . billie eilish
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
chihiro . billie eilish
burnout . green day
can you feel my heart . bring me the horizon
hotline . billie eilish
lukewarm . penelope scott
jinx . green day
everytown there's a darling . finn wolfhard
thank you . clairo
keep you safe . the crane wives
but not kiss . faye webster
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:58 AM UTC
black acrylic paint covers my hands
im not an artist
I never chose to do art
yet somehow I always fall for artists
beautiful artists who create love in their ink
I like to think I create love in my ink too
not in a painting, drawing, making way
A dancing, writing, playing music way
however this love
this is my mom’s old cd found in the basement
Pink Floyd
the album with the rainbow on it
im paining all over it saying
“I love you more then all the stars in the sky”
with black acrylic paint
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC
Of all my misnomers,
Mistooks of arrogance,
To think I could career careen
A life
in poetry,
Extra pressure of the
Broadest of a narrowing sujet,
the scripting of poesy
on the restricted topical
of only love poetry
Must have been punch love drunk,
When that notion crazy stung
My cerebal,
Gored discor-ed cortex,
Probably just another
Post a Loving,
dreaming scheming moment,
Or reading a Shakespeare sonnet,
Or
Midst the long lonely pauses
somewhere,
*(S)under the rainbow,
tween teener and geezer,
and
Everything in between*
made myself a poet of a restricted diet
not "eating " for days at a time
for love comes and goes,
frequent departures much more easygoing & common,
than regularly scheduled arrivals,
easy go, not so easy come,
what was I thinking of?
what a she-muk,
talking about cutting your nose off
to spite your face,
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
half of you remember cd’s
and half of you don’t
either way,
here it goes;
back then, I was living under rules so strict
it was almost impossible for someone to live.
no matter how much I tried to hide
or stay out of the way,
and no matter how much I tried to help out
and do my part;
I could never meet their standards.
what was good was never acknowledged
and what was bad was over-exaggerated.
basic existence was a crime
and the consequence was
always a long and
drawn-out
lecture
and as unsettling as
the home life was
I had my car,
the outside world,
and the hunger for
mischievous adventure.
and so, staying at home
was the last of my options
as I ventured out with no plan in mind
and a whole lot of time on my hands.
now, someone could easily get bored
with this formula;
I mean, you only could go out
to eat three times a day,
you could only visit friends
when they were around
and going shopping
was only a temporary fix
if you had money to burn
but this formula could also
be very interesting
if you’re creative enough
and you had
the knack,
the niche,
the crave
for something.
and so, I found myself traveling
to A LOT of local record stores.
I didn’t care how far away they were,
as long as it was reasonable within
the vicinity, if I knew about it,
I was there: Kiss The Sky,
Rediscovered Records,
Record Breakers,
etc., etc., etc.
I was always on the hunt for something obscure,
something no one else had and to me, it was like
gem or a hidden treasure I had unearthed upon the world.
my fixation for music was growing
as mammoth as the variety in my
cd collection.
music was becoming the sole foundation
to the underpinnings of my necessity:
it’s what kept me alive, out of trouble,
it was there when friends were not,
it fulfilled those empty spaces
it quenched my thirst for
wanting something more out of life.
I spent most of time, driving around, popping in one cd,
listening to each note, each lyric from beginning to end
before switching it out for another.
Lee Ving, Richard Hell, Darby Crash, Henry Rollins
all spoke out to me more with one verse
than all those lectures I had endured
from my patriarchs.
my cd book had become quite impressive
to my other bevy of like-minded friends.
and then it was stolen.
which crushed me.
but what’s done was done and
I had to move on, rebuild
and at seventeen dollars a pop,
my bank account was diminishing quite rapidly
as I tried to gain back what was rightfully mine.
I dreamt about becoming a thief
or a drug dealer to support my
addiction to music.
but not long after,
I had built a body of music
more vigorous with stout
than its previous
ancestor.
of course, there were a few gems
I still haven’t recovered
to this day from that incident
but thats beside the point.
the point is,
my folks may have incarcerated
my soul with diction and delivery
while they hid for themselves
in the oratory of delusion,
but
music was always there;
it was alive
it ran through me
it tickled my spirit
it shook my emotions
it boosted my endorphins
it got me pumped, it got me ready
for whatever life was gonna throw at me,
to face the cliche and to face repercussions,
I knew it was going to be ok as long as there was music
to fiddle with my nerves and provide comfort within my heart.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC
i love new cds
the crinkle of sliding
plastic wrap off
how it feels to remove
the security label
in two tries or less
to see my eyes on
the backs of songs
crystal clear and
iridescent
*(too new to be vintage
too old to be cool)*
how smooth a brand
new jewel case feels
and a booklet before
fingerprints
but then again i love
finding them secondhand
a little smeared and
pages crinkled
how a brand new
album is a blank
slate for me to write
my memories on
and when the plastic
cracks and the music
plays on it all just proves
that together we lived
*(hoping and praying we didn't get
scratched to the point of no return)*
i was born in
the fall of a fleeting
shimmering silver age
the hybrid time
between analogue
for the common man
and digitization
of the masses
my childhood
when these things
were still fragile
expensive
slipping into
adulthood and
falling into
feeling obsolete
*(i am the last remaining
child of the compact disc)*
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
If you're OCD,
You're going to hate this poem.
Because it's not what you're used to
and it can be infuriating
I know where i'm going and i'm laughing in enjoyment.
I wish i could take some comedians out of sheer unemployment
And take damaged soldiers out of deployment
But you know that drill already
We're just trying to keep the Earth's rotation steady
But i'm up for going steady
If that's what you want
We're all about want
I'm all about yours
Trying to coordinate each constellation
Is like arguing with a woman
You won't get the result you were looking for
It's beautiful in the tension
And it has it's suspension
But it's infinite
Meaning it will go on forever
So just try not to.
I never liked arguing
I know i won't later on
Your passion and support is all i need
That's what i look for the most
Someone who doesn't see me as some sort of ghost
Or lifeless party host
But someone that means the air they breathe
I get tired of my mistakes
But to know someone will try to help me prevent them
Is what i like
There has been a couple of people who tried
But i pushed them off the deep end
And i'm terribly sorry for that
Zero fault on you and all for me
I say that with a smile
Because it feels good to be honest with myself
You think it would be a brain-dead thing to master
But it only seems that way
I know from experience
Trust me, I've been there.
My trails go in multiple angles
Just like my nature
But if you're crazy enough to stick around
You'll get a warm welcome
You'll know how to feel special
If you never have before, i'll be the first to show you
I mean every word
With full fledged honesty
I wouldn't say useless, empty words
That's inept and not worth it.
If you're confident in yourself
Girl, you should work it
I heavily value strong traits such as that
You're going to turn all my bumps in my chest flat
And make me enamored just like that
The flick of the switch
No more wishing i would with other male persons.
To get a chance
That's why most men do a celebration dance
Consistently catching me in a trance
I got more lovely words than France
Okay, maybe not
But the ambition doesn't vanish
I'll still try
To keep you mine
Time is precious
So are you
If Time was a woman she would be in disgust
That it's not her in your shoes
You brought your sparkly ones?
Just making all the check marks, are you?
Champions aren't limited to sports
I can assure you.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Inadequate.
The skinny jeans
I did not wear,
The only tshirt
I cared enough to have,
A fitted cap
That fit too tight -
I wanted to be someone
That you'd like.
Hopeless Romantic
I told my parents I'd be right back
But I drove off
For an hour and a half.
I took and chance
And went for the surprise.
There you were,
Coming out of class
With no make up on.
The Compact Disc
You shied away
And we're embarrassed
(I don't know why)
And all of the sudden
It started to rain.
You went into my car
And I gave you
A CD.
Regret
I asked you
If I could kiss you.
Was it a mistake?
I had been dying
For that moment
But when it finally came
There was no magic
And I was still scared.
My Return
How different
Would it have been
If I had held you in the rain,
Didn't ask
But helped myself
To a kiss you didn't expect,
Share the moment
We were supposed to have.
Swear I was born
Right in the Doorway.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
He woke this morning
Another night of her dreams
He glanced into the mirror
She’s not real it seems
Society unknowingly accepts
The image presented
Unaware of the damage
Being self-inflicted
He hides her for fear of rejection
She battles for her reflection.
____________________
Michelle Renee Milford
Nov. 2014
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Born He,
Discovered She within,
Express her, teased, laughed at, pain,
Hide, act like the other little boys,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
A shimmer of light, home alone,
A chance to grow, express her,
Caught, rejected, pain,
Hide, act like the other young men,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Married, wife, children, life is wonderful,
Baseball, Barbies, basketball, XOXO
Hide, act like the other husbands/dads,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Marriage issues, stress, depression,
Open up, wife confused, sad, sicken,
Rejected, pain, world collapsing,
Hide, act like the other husbands/dads,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Divorce on the horizon, feels like death,
Pain, hide, be strong in front of kids,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Seek help, Jesus, therapy, Trinity UMC,
Strong growing support, acceptance,
Others with pain, be Her,
Smile, battle the pain together, finding happiness.
She moves slightly out of the shadows.
Divorce still on the horizon, still feels like death,
Kids all young adults, happy, healthy, informed,
Out to them, accepted, love I've only dreamed of,
Smile, battle the pain together, finding happiness.
She moves out of the shadows a little more.
To Be Continued . . .
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Proving myself worthy,
has been futile.
You still see me as flawed,
I am real
My love is honest,
not just a word.
Not just an emotion,
Love is real
New safety nets are up,
fear of more rejection.
Time to part ways,
Loneliness is real.
Time is short,
so many distractions.
Struggle to stay focused,
Pain is real.
What drives me to keep living?
How long will it save me?
I want to keep loving you,
Be loved by you.
Real
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
My new CD case is broken
It happened on Friday; post maths
I opened the case, reached for the disk and...
It broke.
I wept for seconds.
It was not even a month old
(Got at Christmas)
And yet, before my eyes,
It was destroyed
I was only allowed weep for a bit
After all, there was Stuff to do: Maths Irish French
And the cd was still there, right ?
Why do things break?
They need to, sure but why not
Slowly..
So that we may have time
Before the Brush Up
of our
Present Days
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC