#headphones
headphones glued to my ears
escape into beats
creep into defeat
allow the frequency to rewrite
rewire my aching bleed
steep into grief tonight
flavours fermented
can’t forget your semblance
dance in remembrance
time was tested
we failed, we healed
we tried to repeal
we failed, feared
now court hearings
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
Thoughts flood my head
“No one likes you.”
“You don’t have enough time.”
“Stop procrastinating.”
“They don’t want you here.”
“You’re horrible.”
“You would be better off dead.”
The plug goes in
Earbuds in my ears
I click play
Lyrics flood my head
The music flows through my veins
My brain stops thinking
Just the sound of the music
Cope
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
My headphones slip on, the world falls quiet-
Reality slips away from my mind.
If you don't know it, you might not buy it
But try it some time, and I'll bet you'll find
A soft, strange sense of unnatural peace-
Like an invisible wall wraps around
You, finally giving you a release
From all the chaos, alone with the sound.
For a little bit, the stress fades away,
And you can relax; close your eyes and dream!
The voice in your head has nothing to say-
Stress washed away by a musical stream.
Sharp is the cold steel cutting blade of life,
But a little music can dull the knife.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
When I was younger I owned a pair of headphones
Light pink
Over my messy short hair
You could hear every word they said
That I would connect to my iPad
I used it whenever I wanted to watch videos
Without my mom knowing
I would sprint up to my room and sit at the back
Watching for hours and hours till she caught me
And then punished me for it
Few years passed and I locked them in a drawer
Filled with old things
Old photos, old toys, old memories I locked behind
In my old life
Now new me owns a pair of AirPods
White a color younger me would despise
Covered by my now long wavy hair
Connected to my new phone
To play music over my loud thoughts
Noise canceling
Even if my mom came in to scold me I wouldn’t hear
I could just cry my way through the pain
Sometimes I think about unlocking the drawer
Finding my old headphones
And letting old me back into my life
But new me never found the key
Maybe she never will
Maybe thats a good thing
Maybe I needed to lock up those memories and live to this day
New mes still not sure
But for now I’ll watch the drawer from afar
And let old me know
I’d be fine without her
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
It’s one of those days
Where my vision isn’t blurry.
I don’t need my glasses,
But I wear them
Because I look smarter
It’s one of those days
Where I am not listening.
I could pay attention,
But I’d rather not;
My music is better
It’s one of those days
Where I have my headphones on
Just so I can pull them off
When someone says something,
And I have to ask them to say it again
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
When I’m not tapped into a music stream.
I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.
But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
****** frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures
So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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Right Now by The Creatures
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
(a series of micro vignettes)
Chella and I are reading our analysis assignments together because that’s how we link and build.
We read out loud too, because how else can you judge the flow?
When my phone, lying on the table, jiggled. The caller ID read, “Tommy’s girlfriend.”
Chella gave me a little look. “I never change anyone’s ID,” I confessed. “Neither do I.” Cellia agreed.
“She broke up with him years ago..”
I feel sorry for panhandlers, I don’t see them often but I saw one yesterday. Who carries cash any more (Noone)?
Along the same line, Chella and I are wired, it-girls - we’re noise cancelled. Were you talkin’ to us?
We’re hard to engage, not because we’ve got attitude - we just can’t hear you. It’s irritating when I have to tap-out of some stream to hear people.
Even if it’s the waiter from the bistro downstairs delivering their exemplary frozen-strawberry-smoothies and burgers.
Later, after the pool, we showered. As I was toweling my hair, I studied myself in the mirror.
“My skin is SO ******* up,” I moaned, “I need a ‘rescue spa’ ****** Let’s go to New York (city)—I’m taking you there.”
“There’s a ‘Forever Young Spa’ on Beacon street.. about a mile from here,” Cellia offered.
“Ever been there?” I asked.
“No, but the ad says they have an AI-powered massage robot. I’m curious.”
“Ooo! Call ‘em up, see if it does happy-endings.” I laughed.
“We could get a home unit.” Cellia updogged.
“I think we’d need the industrial version,” I added, “that’s the sell.”
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A little playlist for this:
Nothing Can Stop Us by Saint Etienne
Goodbye by The Sundays
Our cast:
Chella, A tall, lithe black girl, from Liberty City (Miami) Florida. She's a Harvard Master's candidate with a ‘Bachelor of Science in Global Affairs’ from Yale. She had it rough growing up - she was buying skin-care at Trader Joes! I'm showing her some things.
Your author, a simple trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia and a Harvard Master's candidate with a Bachelor of Science in Molecular Biophysics and Biochemistry from Yale.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
I miss headphones
with wires
I really felt
connected
to my music
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
You gave me your headphones
So I would not be alone.
So no one would speak to me
On my way home.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 9:24 PM UTC
Interruption creates dysfunction,
I try to stay focused but find myself distracted
When my flow state is corrupted
It causes a malfunction.
Why can't you send a message
Instead of speaking to me in person
Calling is a last resort,
I'll wait for your text.
The talking in the office is irritating.
The sound of the fax machine
Papers shuffling
Quiet is key
Headphones help me,
I feel like I'm time travelling
When I put them to use,
Please stay away from me.
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 10:39 AM UTC
Headphones in eardrums blocking out life's sound
In rhythm to music I hear heartbeat pound
White cord visibly sways to then fro
Mouth silently each lyric I know
Do not speak and interrupt paradise
In comparison to world this reprieve is nice
Temporary peace found inside of me
Lose myself in the melody
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
Sock lost forever.
Having no words.
Laying down.
Decent.
Scattered.
In absurdness.
The best way.
Leaning over.
Sleep after.
Canadian jade.
Suspense.
With everything else to say.
Garrett Johnson.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
Granite mistakes.
Toasting in a rubber slumber.
Quick to act the marrier.
Sliding to creak upon the sullen trips.
Of all the trips that you’ve seen from.
They care not for you.
Only for the oils in your wrist.
& you say nothing.
& stand barren.
Alone with no one to guide you.
With nowhere to go.
& Nothing to see.
Garrett Johnson.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
Music so loud it hurts
Passion pouring from the speakers
Inside my ears
2:00 AM
And I danced
Wildly
And I smiled
Honestly
And I enjoyed
Thoroughly
The only thing missing
Would have been a partner
But until I find one
I dance alone
And absolutely love it
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
Bluetooth: Connected
Volume: LOUD
Genre: Rock
Press Play.
Passion, anger, rage, yearning
All of which I thought were wrong
Now within my mind they're swirling
The simple cause being only a song
What I hide in my depths
Somehow they share
Artists who feel my breaths
Who sing what I cannot bear
It's like they've plugged into my brain
Providing comfort, understanding
A release valve for my tank of pain
And my adrenaline commanding
Others call it stressful noise
They don't feel it like I do
All I hear is a familiar voice
Which it my soul breaks through
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
I pull them from my pocket
I'm sure this is not how they were left
In the short time since breakfast,
their wires have become a mess
I tug and tug,
which just makes matters worse
only with logic, patience and care
can these wires be coerced
At first a ball of irrationality,
a blemish on your day
Just a little bit of love
can help it go away
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
I am two
That can merge
Into one.
I can be as loud
Or as quiet as
You please.
I can also become
A mess you get tired
Of dealing with.
One thing I cannot do
Is speak for myself.
If I could,
I'd scream in disgust
Because of the horrors
Of this goopy, sticky
Yellow stuff that
Attaches itself to me
Every time I'm used.
I'd sue if I could!
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
through the strings
up to her ears,
the sweet sound of music
is all that she hears.
she reminds me of me,
I enjoy the sweet melodies,
how they bring such emotion,
they put you at ease.
she is art in me
with her headphones.
writing poetry
feels like home.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
this jumbled mess
skyrockets my stress
i see this chaos of tangled lines
i feel anxiety welling up inside
how's it possible to go in just a day
from neatly arranged to disordered this way
laws of entropy can go to hell
universal disorder makes me feel unwell
don't have the patience, the panic roars
trying to untangle these **** headphone cords
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
These students are walking
There headphones are blaring
Disattached from the world
Blankly they are staring
I glance at the clock
Not wanting to talk
My headphones are broken
So silent i walk
Forced to find
Something that will blind
A kind of distraction
To keep from the demons in the back of my mind
Away from the fears
The wandering ears
So evil are the demons
That bring me to tears
The looming of dept
The fear of regret
Without any distraction
I cannot forget
My headphones are broken
The demons have awoken
This silence it scares me
As do the fears i have spoken
This walk is taking forever
This heat a blistering fever
Forced to be grounded
With nothing to be a deceiver
My headphones are broken
My dark thoughts have risen
The evil I try to tuck away
Anger, pain, and fear I am stricken
Finally back in my room
Protection from the lurking doom
I blast the music as loud as i can
And the demons return to their tomb
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
tired of being alive
i'm tired of not wanting to be alive
i'm tired of having responsibilities
i'm tired of pretending everything is okay
i'm tired of going to a house that i'm supposed to call home when
it's not that at all
it's a roof over my head to keep me warm not sane
i'm insane
i'm tired of thinking i'm insane
i'm tired of arguing
i'm tired of having to put in headphones to block out the world
i'm tired of the world
i'm tired of writing about my feelings
i'm tired of hiding my feelings
i'm tired of having feelings
i'm tired of thinking
i'm tired of breathing
i'm tired of being tired
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
She had my heart
Tangled,
Like a pair of headphones
And forced me
To face the music outside
The comfort of my own head.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
Scuffed case.
Paired and synced.
Simple, easy.
Simplistic beauty.
Music plays.
Audio flowing.
Eardrums tremble.
Heartbeat flowing.
Time slowing.
Soul escaping.
Joy replacing.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
an
lie
who
gets
hurt
first
why
are
you
so long winded
replied the truth
hault
who goes there
she has my mind
never mind
she was
just
another
looking
for
what
she thought was truth
?
...
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
I’m fidgeting with the AUX cord of my headphones
It’s because music is only blaring through one of the ears
It’s strange
To my left, I can hear the sonorous warcry of a singer
To my right, I only hear a contemptful whisper from a dark corner of my mind
To my left, I hear a percussionist beating the drums and cymbals
To my right, all I hear is the sound of tears bursting against the floorboards
To my left, a moving melody accompanies a soulful serenade
To my right, there is only empty static to fill an eerie silence
Maybe I should consider getting these old things repaired
Or getting a new pair entirely
Oh, would you look at that!
I finally managed to fix it
Now everything is alright again.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC