#duet
I've always wondered
wonder why people love
knowing it's going to end in pain
for at least one of the two
whether in death due us part
or the cheating of one
Why would people choose to
love knowing
knowing nothing forever
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I hear my friends say **** like
"I wish I could go back to when I believed in true love."
But I never did
not truly
If anything, I'm closer to knowing what
"true love"
is then ever before in my life
But I guess that's what happens
When, instead of bedtime stories
It was gunshots and the sound of
My dad beating my mom in the next room
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When I fell in love with the first, and no, I don't mean dating for the first time, I mean really, truly feeling the feels or romantic love for the first time, and not having it be a lie or have him be a cheater or a beater, and god, it feels magical, mystical, even like I'm in heaven but insted of dating a angle im dating a god himself
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Love is like a storm so wild and freeing,
So my love, being with you is like running in a flowery field
of warmth, love, and happiness
And God does it feel lovely
And like a drug, I keep coming back
for more and more and more
At this point in addicted to the sweet sugary nectar
That is you
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC
Verse 1
Hear their approaching hoof beats,
See the destruction in their wake,
Know it is we who summoned them.
Old evil we cannot break.
Verse 2
The poison of our hatred draws them,
As does evil in our hearts,
And the darkness in our souls,
That kills hope before it starts.
Chorus
As we've sown, so now we reap,
Division, hatred, ill will,
Harvests that nourish our demons,
And our better angels ****
Verse 3
War, famine, pestilence, death,
Trampling freedom, hope, and truth,
Co-opting, mocking God's grace,
Making monsters of our youth.
Verse 4
The tipping point--on the horizon.
Soon there won’t be turning back,
We embraced collective madness,
Now our world’s fading to black.
Chorus
As we've sown, so now we reap,
Division, hatred, ill will,
Harvests that nourish our demons,
And our better angels ****
Verse 5
Hope fades fast in the horizon,
From dust from the horsemen’s hoard,
We can wail, await our fate,
Or unsheathe our noble swords.
Verse 6
Not ones that were forged from steel,
Horsemen bear those in steely gloves,
Only stronger ones can break them,
Honor, reason, truth, and love.
Outro
Can’t unwind the clock, it ticks on,
We’ll soon see their blood-red eyes,
Unsheathe the swords that I speak of,
Before life, hope, freedom dies.
Song link (free for now on SUNO): https://suno.com/s/5O2vecmyspRWd2XM
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
Silence and Darkness -
If silence, at all times,
and wherever needle points,
had consumed the voice,
what a world it would be...
If darkness, all the ways,
of all the years, all the days,
had been scattered across,
what a world it would be...
nor light, neither noise, no worries indeed,
neither would there be left any need,
be it betrayal by the eyes,
or ears listening to the lies.
nor does the one that respires,
differ from the one, that expires.
If each drop of a rain,
and of sand every grain,
were in silence, immersed,
and in darkness, dispersed,
what a world would it be...
Noise and Light -
ever since I had first seen,
had I been hearing, ever since,
nor a day, neither night did I,
un-bothered by, ever let it fly.
I remained glaring, back at the light,
remained yelling at noise, did I,
remained I, closing ears and eyes, shut tight,
caged in my own despise, was I,
until once I, did realise the fact,
had I never once, ever thought of that,
it was the very noise, of the cacophonies,
and it was that very blinding light,
which had cradled my ears, with melodies,
and painted pictures for my sight,
which poured the essences,
and made me alive,
which guided my senses,
and kept me alive.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
my soul plays a twisted duet.
the chords are off
and the melody is frightening
my melancholy fights for dominance
“it’s not my fault! I swear!”
always apologizing
mouth taped shut
in shame
but she shares a bow with
my irrational side
bubbling with anger
and distrust
confusion
and doubt
quite the opposite of her twin
she blames herself for everything
and takes it out on everyone.
they struggle for the melody.
my wooden exterior cracks
my bridge sits askew
and my tuners are awry
but the duet doesn’t end
until someone wins
or
the cello snaps.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC
I am a poet,
This is our duet—
I write, and you read,
Such sweetness indeed.
✏️✏️✏️
من یازار، سن اوْخوجو Mən yazar, sən oxucu
سنه ساری اوْخ اۇجو Sənə sarı ox ucu
"یازی" یایینی چَکدیم Yazı yayını çəkdim
دای سندهدیر سوْنوجو! Day səndədir sonucu.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
__I:__
The drunk says he can handle bars— but I just
handle handlebars, chasing thoughts downhill,
gripping acceleration on life’s crooked road,
her words tasted like lightning—a storm reigning
in my chest. If the truest lover’s tongue can write
the truth, truth still needs a page— so promise
me this time I won’t crash in the margin.
__She:__
But darling, I gave you shape; I traced
your edges in circles, crossed out the shadows
of your past. You were a box caged in squares,
I bent the lines, bisected all of your fears—
in the middle, we met like intersecting skies.
__I:__
Your kiss felt like a riddle— a puzzle mouthed
in motion, syllables pressed against skin, body
language shelved in cynical libraries. I wanted
to read you without tearing the pages.
__She:__
I am neither saint nor sin, just a storm
pressed close to your skin. Claustrophobic,
yes— but don’t mistake that squeeze for chains.
I’m the thunder that reminds you to breathe,
the silence that steadies the wheel.
__Together:__
Handlebars shiver, storms bend the ride,
but still we grip, still we glide— every fall,
every bruise, a geometry of love rewritten
in motion. Here we are, pedalling into the
pulse of rain. _Handlebars & Hurricanes..._
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
H. In darkness,
R. shadows weave their silent threads,
H. whispers dance where moonlight dreads.
H. In light,
R. golden rays embrace the dawn,
R. hope reborn, the night withdrawn.
H. If I’m still broken,
R. let the wind collect my sighs,
H. stitch my soul where sorrow lies.
H. Laying despairingly in this life,
R. like a leaf in winter’s hand,
R. drifting lost through barren land.
R. Yet even roots in frozen ground,
hear the call of spring’s soft sound.
H. Through the cracks where teardrops fell,
hope still blooms, a quiet spell.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
your song didn't need lyrics
I heard everything
in your breath
against my neck
cigarettes
your hands insisting
a duet
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
Duet, Minor Key
by Michael R. Burch
Without the drama of cymbals
or the fanfare and snares of drums,
I present my case
stripped of its fine veneer:
Behold, thy instrument.
Play, for the night is long.
Keywords/Tags: Duet, minor, key, cymbals, symbols, drums, fanfare, snares, instrument, play, *** night, long, strip, **** naked
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
I just came across the city to work
Never did I imagine to come across
A delicate flower
It wasn't my intentions to look
Upon it
It only took that glimpse that I found myself
Drawn to its aroma
It was sweet and bittersweet
I couldn't help but notice the clouds forming
As the flower weeps
But how was I supposed to know ?
I only intended to speak my feelings
To the flower
I Never meant to hurt the world
Who could leave a rose drenched in the muddy streets of granite.
Now I only wish to care and one day
Show the rose its beauty
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
"Demons sing,
Throughout the horrid night,
Hoping to cause,
A little fright…"
I don't know why,
But the terrors so good.
We stay here and lie,
Maybe more then we should…
Sirens at night,
Waiting just like we would,
Temptation and ire,
That burns you like firewood.
Maybe we're monsters,
Maybe we're good,
Maybe we're humans,
Just under a hood.
Yet at the end of the day,
We simply saaayyyy,
"There ain't much about us,
That you need to know.
We simply stay here,
Waiting to go.
All that we do,
Is **** fools like you.
For our songs are temptation,
And you humans love damnation!
And just like a lamb,
To the pitiful slaughter,
Your blood will soon run,
Like red crimson water!"
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
You strumming your guitar,
While I play my Irish whistle,
A beautiful and strange duet,
Filling the air,
Turning heads here and there,
For now,
What could I have to regret?
Then, another speaks,
Stops the music,
Reality hits,
Then it come creeping back,
The anxiety,
The worry,
Out of nowhere;
RING!
Walking swiftly away,
For some reason,
Glancing back,
Seeing you looking back at me,
Then I turn, run a bit,
Hide in the crowd,
Fearing that if I look back,
You'll catch up,
Asking me if it were true;
If I've been thinking about you...
- Jay M
April 12th, 2019
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
Music—the score of victories,
triumphant cymbals of success
of orchestrated histories,
to regal anthems to impress.
Music—scribbled notes to recall,
arranged in sync with beating hearts
resounding with clarion call,
of overtures meaning imparts.
Music—felt across Earth’s measure,
in staccato revelation
that accompanies God’s treasure—
the symphony of creation.
Music—God’s whistle in the wind,
that piano voice, in us He set
the atonal key, blessed or sinned,
music is our divine duet.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
He had green fingers,
My heart was an arid patch,
Tenderly he planted love seeds in it.
He watered it with care,
Nurtured it with patience,
Tended the delicate shoots,
Sang duets with the fragile leaves,
Until my heart blossomed into a beautiful garden of heavenly, colourful love buds,
Which bloomed and diffused an exotic fragrance of love and happiness.
3/2/2019
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
Compose with me here
Lyrics oozing honey
Enchanted sweetly words
All light and sunny, stars and moon;
Orchestrate with me here
Winds tinged harmony
Melody and tune, heard
All along the fields gold of noon;
Sing with me here
This love song we wrote
That we keep writing on
Come lows and highs the notes
Together - in duet.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
They sent an ambulance
to our location.
The sirens could be heard
even under sedation.
The drugs that flow through my veins
I got without consultation.
I'm floating over broken glass
to my salvation.
I'm screaming for you from the crowd.
I hear you screaming from the crowd.
Don't suffocate on the clouds!
But I like the feel of these clouds.
Why can't you take my hand this time?
I don't want to take your hand in mine.
I'd cushion the crash of your high
Driving like this is a crime.
So I called an ambulance for you,
because that's what I needed to do
And you
Tried to take me out of this mindset
That I did not want to leave yet.
But you drove without a seat belt on
and crashed through the windshield of your car
And I
Wanted just to take a drive
I didn't know it'd threaten my life.
I'm going crazy
You're going crazy
Because I can hear the sirens,
but they sound slowed down.
I'm just under
the surface of consciousness
and I think I can hear that the sirens
are
not
so
loud.
So stay with me
I open my eyes and look to my right
to see broken glass sparkle like
diamonds in the one streetlight.
The ground is vibrating
as I'm shivering in shock.
The ambulance rumbles
the loose pieces of rock.
That rattle against the concrete
on this disaster of a street.
So broken bones and broken souls,
I'm hurting all over this ****** street.
Fill up the street that's full of holes.
Flashing lights make me close my eyes.
They push at your chest, so unkind
I'm floating again there are no ties.
In the ambulance you flatlined
Life is full of stupid lies!
Don't let your heart burst
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
I've been pressing
The sustain pedal
To let the sound of us
Stay longer.
I didn't take note
That no matter how long
I held on to the right keys,
Or how perfect I read
The entire score,
Or how hard I stepped
On that pedal,
No sound emerged.
The piano wasn't just broken:
You weren't playing anymore.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
There's a limit to your love | There's no limit to my love
Like a waterfall in slow motion | Like the floodwaters in motion, or
Like a map with no ocean | A vast and placid ocean
There's a limit to your love | There's no limit to my love
Your love, your love, your love | My love, my love, my love
There's a limit to your care | There's a limit to your care
So carelessly there, is it truth or dare | I thought it was there, is it truth or dare
There's a limit to your care | There's a limit to your care
There's a limit to your love | There's no limit to my love
Like a waterfall in slow motion | Like the tidewater in motion
Like a map with no ocean | Adrift on this calm ocean
There's a limit to your love | There's no limit to my love
Your love, your love, your love | My love, my love, my love
There's a limit to your love | There's no limit to my love
So carelessly there, is it truth or dare | You had it for years, these are my worst fears
There's a limit to your care | There's a limit to your care
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Thunder storms bring rain,
That makes the sky black.
Snowstorms bring hail,
That hurts my back.
*My knees creak and snap
they didn't used to be that way
The weather, wet and cold
Snap, crackle pop, those days*
Sub zero temperatures,
Blazing, fierce heat.
How I manage to still live,
Is a pretty sick feat.
*Life is measured in time
in strength and determination
while standing in the fallout line
the doorway, to damnation*
The weaker die off,
The stronger stay alive.
Tis the survival of the fittest,
Where only the best may thrive.
*Forgotten are the heroes
who don't reach their hands down
to pull up the weakest
so, none of us will drown*
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
I'm always under pressure,
I'm always expected to be great.
I'm always expected to be the leader,
But I'm not the best so don't under-estimate.
*Always on
Always doing things
For other people
Because that’s what they want
But what about me?*
You don't care about me,
You put pressure on me.
Just because you're free,
It doesn't mean it'll last thee.
*You think you know best
Know my limits
But if you push too hard
You’ll soon find
I don’t just snap,
I explode*
Pressure is like a dark fog,
It creeps and appears.
It bites like a savage dog,
And disappears.
*But even when it’s gone
The bites are infected
Leaving a little pressure in everything you do
******* the joy from the things that used to offer a break
A shadow on the sunniest of days*
Years later,
The wounds are the same.
Those scars won't leave me,
And those scars bare shame.
I want to remove them,
But sadly they wont go.
They're too deep,
And my greatest foe.
*Your voice in my head
Echoing my deepest doubts
Scars from your abuse
Running rampant in my head
Adding the pressure
To prove you wrong*
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Am I talking nonsense
Can anybody hear me
Can they hear what I say?
Are they listening today?
I HEAR YOU!
Is there something worth saying?
Or am I only just praying?
Am I preaching to a crowd
Or just shouting out loud?
I WILL HOLD YOU,
I WILL CHERISH YOU.
Am I shouting too loudly
For anyone to hear me?
Do they not hear the joy
Or do they hear only noise.
I AM NOT RUNNING AWAY.
I WILL STAY WITH YOU TODAY.
I am only here to help you
In everything you choose to do.
To help you find your way through
To find out what is true.
YOU MAY HAVE WHAT I NEED.
I WON’T TURN IT INTO GREED.
I HEAR WHAT YOU ARE SAYING
I WILL DANCE TO THE MUSIC
YOU ARE PLAYING.
Life is not all that you are believing;
It can be so painfully deceiving
Because people can get rich
From creating the perfect pitch.
YOU TAUGHT ME LIFE IS LOVE;
LIFE IS MORE ELEGANT THAN LIES.
I BELIEVE MORE THAN WHAT IS SEEN
BY USING ONLY MY TWO EYES.
Clowns can dress as businessmen
And go on and act the fool again
It’s up to you to always remember
What they are December to December.
MEN HAVE WALKED ON THE MOON,
I HAVE SEEN TOO MANY TREES HEWN.
DO THOSE THINGS EXCLUDE EACH OTHER?
HOW CAN I CALL THAT PERSON A BROTHER?
Stay aware of the secret clown.
Look into faces and stare them down.
Stay aware of what they do.
Don’t let them successfully steal from you.
I HAVE COME BECAUSE BIDDEN
TO BE CAUTIOUS OF WHAT IS HIDDEN.
YOU HAVE TRIED TO WAKE ME
TO THINGS THAT WILL BREAK ME.
YOU SING TO ME OF LOVING LIFE
AND WARN ME OF THE HIDDEN KNIFE.
Why listen to lies in happy talk?
Why would you sit when you can walk?
Why be fooled another day
When you get get up and run away?
TODAY I HAVE LEARNED TO WALK AWAY
FROM WHAT I WANTED YESTERDAY
IF WHAT I WANTED SPOILED ME
FROM TODAY’S BEAUTY.
Lies can come in any disguise.
Invest your future in those who are wise.
Teach yourself the Freedom song.
Listen to wisdom and you won’t be wrong.
THE FREEDOM SONG
CAN NEVER BE WRONG
IF IT IS SUNG
BY OLD AND YOUNG
TO CELEBRATE
AND REFUSE TO WAIT
SO ALL OF HUMANITY
CAN FOREVER BE FREE.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
That song, that awful terrible song.
The absurd sting. The foolish decision. The irony of it all.
Me, staring down at the black and white grin of the piano keys,
every atom in my body screaming with awareness of you.
If I didn’t look at you, not even once.
If I kept my gaze elsewhere. If I leveled my tone to a sedated monotone.
If I talked about pace and rhythm and chorus and speed up there and slow down here and yes, yes, like that, beautiful. If I didn’t watch your hands on the bow or the bow on the strings
or the light on your face. If I crushed those violets of want blooming in my belly.
If I built myself a castle of steel through which you could never penetrate, maybe,
maybe, I could reach a quivering sort of equilibrium.
But that song. The melody mocking me, mocking my heartache,
pointing to my hidden places and yanking the curtain aside.
It shouldn’t have been romantic, not the stone in my chest, nor the
frigid fact of my unreciprocated feelings
but god, the room shrank until it seemed as if you had hollowed me out and
saturated me with yourself, that the end of me
and the beginning of you had become completely indistinguishable,
my heartbeat so loud we should have heard it echo off the walls.
That song and that glow and that loss. That soft desire, that song
I should never have suggested we play, that ruin.
That song and you and
you.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC