#musictherapy - Hello Poetry

When music is your confession. When songs speak the words your tongue won't. When art screams the pain your heart can't.

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC

darkgraffiti31

Sounds for Sleepless Nights

When music is your confession. When songs speak the words your tongue won't. When art screams the pain your heart can't.

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Music. It's within. Without. We share it with everyone. We hide what it's about. We protect our privacy. We let it all hang out. We want it, oh how we want it all, it all defines us until we find the wall. The wall! What a joke. We're all in on the farce. Just give us your music, we'll decide what is art. Just sell us your soul, we'll take it from here. Have another beer, we have plenty, my dear. You're valuable, oh yes, just keep your thumb on the pulse. Drink up and polish your gift of schmaltz. But it's false. It's all false. It's the ******** waltz, our partner keeps face while we're falling apart, and then kicks us aside when we're behind in the race. We're falling apart, we're floating in space. I want this to have a happy ending. If you ever hear one, its ******* worth defending. Keep me in mind. I've got music for spending. Together we've got the means for the mending.

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC

elizabeth-kelly

The Means for the Mending

Music. It's within. Without. We share it with everyone. We hide what it's about. We protect our privacy. We let it all hang out. We want it, oh how we want it all, it all defines us until we find the wall. The wall! What a joke. We're all in on the farce. Just give us your music, we'll decide what is art. Just sell us your soul, we'll take it from here. Have another beer, we have plenty, my dear. You're valuable, oh yes, just keep your thumb on the pulse. Drink up and polish your gift of schmaltz. But it's false. It's all false. It's the ******** waltz, our partner keeps face while we're falling apart, and then kicks us aside when we're behind in the race. We're falling apart, we're floating in space. I want this to have a happy ending. If you ever hear one, its ******* worth defending. Keep me in mind. I've got music for spending. Together we've got the means for the mending.

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by those beats sweep me right into a groove Anywhere from sad to glad as long I can feel them pulsing through the floor I think I am going to be Alright.

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC

april-dawn

Kidnapped

by those beats sweep me right into a groove Anywhere from sad to glad as long I can feel them pulsing through the floor I think I am going to be Alright.

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