#chromatic - Hello Poetry

We're like chromatics So close together yet not in tune We're like fanatics So busy looking we miss our June We're so focused on future We miss what happening around us We're so focused on the past We miss the gardens and the flowers Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone Please don't make me Sit here with myself We are lonely nightmares Haunting pasts that will not leave We are mental warfare My livelihood you like to reave Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone Please don't make me Sit here with myself Sitting in the dark Your embrace like death takes me over Wondering where's the spark Just to hear you scream and lose composure I want emotion to feel your breath just one last time Of pure devotion to give it all up for my prime I will take off my mask just so long as you take off yours I will show you myself and all that's kept behind closed doors

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC

Icksalan

Chromatics

We're like chromatics So close together yet not in tune We're like fanatics So busy looking we miss our June We're so focused on future We miss what happening around us We're so focused on the past We miss the gardens and the flowers Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone Please don't make me Sit here with myself We are lonely nightmares Haunting pasts that will not leave We are mental warfare My livelihood you like to reave Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone Please don't make me Sit here with myself Sitting in the dark Your embrace like death takes me over Wondering where's the spark Just to hear you scream and lose composure I want emotion to feel your breath just one last time Of pure devotion to give it all up for my prime I will take off my mask just so long as you take off yours I will show you myself and all that's kept behind closed doors

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Thy is not blind, thy is full of life Yet it be thy eyes has lost all soul Thy colors have fallen and brutally died There’s no hope, to find them is no more Black, grey, whenever and wherever you go Never to reappear in this monochromatic world All colors have gone as if they vanished into below Get them quick; they’re in hold! Children will hear, children will be told Of the story of no colors around Only black and white are left, as the rest are mold Grey in the sky, grey on the ground, colorless all around Yet, in my hands, in this little polychromatic portfolio I am still able to see the colors that left so long ago

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC

zoomertry

Monotonous Monochrome (Old Poem of Mine)

Thy is not blind, thy is full of life Yet it be thy eyes has lost all soul Thy colors have fallen and brutally died There’s no hope, to find them is no more Black, grey, whenever and wherever you go Never to reappear in this monochromatic world All colors have gone as if they vanished into below Get them quick; they’re in hold! Children will hear, children will be told Of the story of no colors around Only black and white are left, as the rest are mold Grey in the sky, grey on the ground, colorless all around Yet, in my hands, in this little polychromatic portfolio I am still able to see the colors that left so long ago

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1 in the beginning was believe above the fate's monochromatic on a length of the piano's bar — : in which colors it will stop? 2 you were more fathom, about — a poetry-like score — a syllabic-like tone likewise — as I am-like me 3 there is a clink that you drag either from the flat or the sharp — that's half of my grasp transformed from the sounds 4 — an untraceable of whom — was sculpted — aligned on an epitaph — an untraceable of the sounds you disguised — with the words 5 how — the shift of chromatic scale sounds like a ***** of question mark — is it quite likely its arch was the origins of an earlobe-shape?

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Aug 9, 2017

Aug 9, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC

gilangperdana

The Myth of the Score

1 in the beginning was believe above the fate's monochromatic on a length of the piano's bar — : in which colors it will stop? 2 you were more fathom, about — a poetry-like score — a syllabic-like tone likewise — as I am-like me 3 there is a clink that you drag either from the flat or the sharp — that's half of my grasp transformed from the sounds 4 — an untraceable of whom — was sculpted — aligned on an epitaph — an untraceable of the sounds you disguised — with the words 5 how — the shift of chromatic scale sounds like a ***** of question mark — is it quite likely its arch was the origins of an earlobe-shape?

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A record spins, fast and smooth. The music flows beautifully from the horn- until there is a bump in the room. The record is stuck, with no escape to the next verse. It repeats endlessly, until the listener lifts the needle, so the record can spin free again. Life is a record, spinning wildly-- beautiful and fast at a constant speed, until a problem halts the beauty. It is stuck in a circle, until the needle is lifted and put back on track. -e.k. fm

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC

emma-kate-fm

Chromatic

A record spins, fast and smooth. The music flows beautifully from the horn- until there is a bump in the room. The record is stuck, with no escape to the next verse. It repeats endlessly, until the listener lifts the needle, so the record can spin free again. Life is a record, spinning wildly-- beautiful and fast at a constant speed, until a problem halts the beauty. It is stuck in a circle, until the needle is lifted and put back on track. -e.k. fm

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