#soundtrack
I watched a movie the other day
the intro credits
were more of an intro
to you in this space
sober and aware
the air in between
well at least for me
felt different
The movie commenced
till a tune
a soundtrack
hit a scene
I nestling on the floor
beneath
felt
his feet
beat
to the beats
following the per second
theme
He's never seen this scene before
nor the movie as a whole
that's how you know
music runs through
his veins
without him
saying a word
tap tap ... wait tap
tap tap tap...wait tap tap
till the scene ended
he came back from his trance
he was watching the movie
again
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 6:37 AM UTC
Nostalgia from my childhood and what I wasn’t alive for.
Reminding me of listening to the radio and CD players.
Played for the umpteenth time and still heard for the first.
Connected through lyrics written with passion and strength.
Understood for the art it was intended to be.
Instrumentals pouring through my soul like Henny on ice.
Being transported nationally and internationally by the taps of my fingers.
Careless enough to explore any genre of my choosing.
Appreciated for the creativity and beauty and dedication.
A chance to escape to forget but never forgetting to truly escape.
Music has the power to inspire those that also want to create.
It can set you free if you let it.
Music can turn a world on its head back upside.
It can lift up a hung-down head, bring joy to a sad spirit.
Music can do what’s wanted and especially needed.
My ears and my heart cherish the instrumentals, the lyrics, the chance to find memories,
the opportunity to vibe.
Chance after chance to enjoy just one thing as it was, is, and always will be.
-Mia J
9/2/2024
© 2024 Mia J
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 6:37 PM UTC
Bass and bourbon notes
Flutter down through my system
And I taste the sound.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 11:19 PM UTC
Harmonies and melodies that accompanied my drift,
nursing wounded soul and often giving it a lift.
Moments when cords and rhythm took me the next mile,
so many old chorus' that could make my heart smile.
Songs and tunes that touched the moments I've seen,
to connect forever to people and places I've been.
Soundtrack to my life to record memories in rhyme,
taking me back as if I were some traveler in time.
At some lonely hour when an old track comes to mind,
stresses and troubles for a time gone and left behind.
Teleported by some in the moment pertinent track,
where a mind can find escape and be taken right back.
The music of who I am, of my soul that shaped my life,
at every joyous moment and every tumultuous next strife.
I play those old tunes and I sing so badly right along,
I can't help but to do so, as its my life and hearts song.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 10:00 PM UTC
Move
to the
beat
of your own
soundtrack,
Before your ears are no longer moved by the notes.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
The mind was always background noise
in a soundtrack played by the beats of one's heart
with lyrics from conversations
inspiration from hyperventilation
and palpitations
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
its been two years
without you in my life
since I abruptly left
years full of pain and confusion
of being lost
the pain you brought me
was nothing compared to the pain without you
the soundtrack of my life
missing
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
imagine
we all would have
a playlist
with all
the songs
we used to love
but
forgot about
a lot of them
would bring back
memories
bonded to
joy
some
would bring back
memories
bonded to persons
we almost forgot
too
and some
may bring back
all the memories
we associate with
pain and
agony
but we would
still listen
to 'our' songs
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
A cheesy 70’s drama soundtrack
And the choppy muttons
An 80’s sitcom opening theme
With the track of fake laughs
A 90’s epic movie ending credits
Award winning sweeping songs
These things are now vintage
And priceless if you actually lived them
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
Under the light of the moon.
You’re still a mystery to me.
And every night in my dreams I wonder
if you hear the soundtrack of my soul.
Like I hear yours.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
a feature
of drama
now in
her proposal
my palpable
fave of
penetrable cave
as starlet's
life in
director of
dream she
dance her
tassel to
this soundtrack
of ska
with a
street presence
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
You are my "almost"
an "almost" that I'll never have,
but still hoping for you to
come back.
I guess,
I'll just be stucked,
with our favorite songs;
and soundtracks
that we had jammed —
together.
I was wrong.
This won't last...
forever.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
you are the soundtrack to my life.
your breath is the rhythm to my walk.
your heartbeat is my refrain.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
There is an inherent musicality
To your bare humanity
A soundtrack to what makes you human
There's a rhythm to your movements
There's harmony in your breathing
There are chords in your voice
There's a deliberate delicacy to your touch
As if you care deeply about an instrument
There's a tempo to the way you love
And notes in your laugh
And there are so, so many kinds of music
In your solo act.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
I travel trough the heavy rain
I sit lonesome on a lonely train
I play blues
These days are grey, these nights are blue
my mind keeps coming back to you
I play the blues
I travel with desire
Past houses lit on fire
I play jazz
Windows lit by sundown
My train-seat old and rundown
I play jazz
Rainbow roads in colored blurr
Pretty little towns I'm sure
I play swing
Past mirror waves and open sky
My stomach tingles, wonder why I
Play swing
***** feet on ***** train
Skin so white I see my veins
I play punk
Impatient taps and flickering lights
Soon the day will turn to night
I play punk
Head in the clouds, mind at ease
Longing for the morning breeze
I play Pink Floyd
Memories hanging from branches
Passengers sharing brief glances
I play Pink Floyd
I'm coming home, I'm on my way, but I travel still...
I travel not by force... yet not by will
Music of choise as soundtrack to the silent film
beyond the windowsill
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
I found you/ a musical note
in a pond full of static
we made a soundtrack
that no one ever heard
drowned out by sirens
a gap that just widens
you were my unique find
I'd do anything for you
but stay
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
You're listening to random radio stations,
on your way home,
Thinking this could be
the soundtrack of your day to day life..
A little bit of Cohen
and
some Cigarettes after ***
would easily do the trick.
You're just another unknown genius,
waiting to be discovered - an original copy of the "real deal".
Your parents must be very proud!
You have that look.. you know what I mean?
THAT look.
The ones surrounding you are nothing more than
Extras in your daily 7 o'clock show,
filmed in front of a live audience.
Your big break is just around the corner,
hiding in some bushes
and you must really feel smart right now,
with your old and wise attitude,
thinking 'bout the planet and
all that ****
having the impression that you changed
something in this world,
on your way back from work..
something else than this rusty game
of useless words,
that the rest of your family doesn't really care about.
Your one man show is about to be moved in the better slot
and you'll finally get to stick your face on a Snickers' bar campaign.
"You're not you when you're happy!"
You'll get off soon.
Remember to smile and wave.
Remember to forget.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
Throughout this soundtrack that I call my life,
your heart is the beat,
your voice is the lyrics,
your soul is the slow and steady rhythm,
your kisses are the chorus
and your face is the album art.
Without you,
I would never hear music the same again.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Don’t get me wrong, I looooove the sunshine.
I love the smell
the t a s t e
the way it thaws my cheek bones and warms my shoulders
But, these rainy days instill something deeper, calmer, even
everyone is home; wherever that may be
going about their lives
listening to the same drizzly soundtrack
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
We sat outside the coffee shop
next to a fire,
watching the sun set behind decrepit buildings.
I lamented over the lack of a roller rink in the area,
reflecting on memories of wobbling around in circles
with dizzying lights and blaring speakers
ejecting Pink, Daft Punk, and Eiffel 65 onto my critical youth.
I felt like a king.
We finished our smoothies and retreated
to an empty hotel parking lot,
where I taught her to skateboard.
One foot over the front bolts,
the back foot over two of the back bolts
but resting over the tail,
kick, push,
it's in the ***** of your feet--
weight distribution.
Tic, tac, scrape, thud--
she falls repeatedly
and gets back up.
I admire her resilience and perpetual smile--
This is what skateboarding is all about.
We roll around the hotel parking lot,
our endpoints being a lone luminescent lamppost
and a telephone pole beleaguered by a plot of shrubbery
that demarcates itself from the pavement.
We circle around the poles for hours,
forming an imaginary oblong track between the two,
our laughs carrying into the cool summer night lullaby
that sang the drowsy small town to sleep.
The fading throb of the wedding reception
at the bottom of the town square by the wharf,
carrying over to us.
The stores closed up hours ago,
silent empty windows reflecting the lonely streetlights
and our ambulance back at us.
We skated on unperturbed into the night hour.
A man walks outside the hotel
to have a cigarette on the sidewalk--
I imagine he is watching us and admiring our glee.
Rolling between this telephone pole and lamppost,
the glare and reflection of the empty silent windows,
the soundtrack singing above our heads,
our laughs, and the tic-tac of skateboards
and groaning of wheels over stubborn pavement
bringing my melancholic reverie to a halt,
recognizing and understanding happiness in the present moment--
This is my roller rink.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
my thoughts are headphones left in someone's back pocket for too long // I've always wanted a pillow that said "home sweet home" but recently I realized I don't know where home is // I thought you were going to be my angel, but Lucifer was once an angel, too // there's a hose running into my lungs and I thought you were turning the water off but instead you were slowly trying to drown me // I never understood how you could love someone if all you loved was their body // you promised me gardens but you forgot to water them // you once told me you loved me but immediately took it back and I still wonder if you were joking or you really felt as strongly about me as I did for you // you asked me if I ever felt like ripping myself to pieces and I almost told you "every night since you left" but instead I quietly shook my head and said "no" // I won't ask you if you ever loved me because you'll never tell me the truth
-m. j. g.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
Saturday night sets in
as a $1 Roy Hamilton's Greatest Hits record
emits soft vocals and
mellow horns
from my speakers.
The intermittent
crackling and popping
scratches against my insides
as I strain to think of
anything and everything
but you.
The warm melodies are reminiscent
of the warm summer nights when
we first began to share time
and hidden parts of ourselves,
drifting into a rhythm that
swung me one-two-three,
waltzing into a haze of unexpected
love.
Little did I know the romantic waltz
would drastically switch tempo,
up and pounding,
beating behind my eyes and against my skull
as I heard the sounds of you
scurrying toward the
nearest exit, tangoing away from me,
and snatching my heart along
with you.
And in came the sound of blues,
slow, sultry, and so full of a longing
for he who lead me
in a dance I had thought
would never end.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
I love the feeling
when a song
comes on
and suddenly
you find yourself
lost deep in a
memory you
forgot to
actively remember
until now.
The soundtrack to
the summer of '09
when I would
drive 6 hours with the
windows down,
the wind and
the bass from the speakers
in my Honda Civic
creating harmony
in G major,
the hot
sun beating against my
sweat-speckled skin.
And a couple notes
strung along my
eardrum as I
reappear in tears after
you told me you'd
leave me if I
refused to give you what
you wanted,
a melody mixed with
my pathetic, incurable
obsession with pleasing you
and some serious self-loathing.
And then I hear a tune
that sounds reminiscent
of the soft ripple from the
waves the river made
as I smoked a J and
wrote about my days
away from home,
desperately seeking to figure
out who I really am
when I'm completely alone.
Songs that remind me
of sunsets and
old jokes and
the sand between my toes;
rhythms of
bare feet pittering and splashing
in sprinkler water on squishy,
damp grass,
of French phrases and crunchy baguettes
that I chewed on
in Dijon,
of day parties with plastic
cups and ping pong *****
where we used college courses
and boy drama and
undefeated seasons as
reasons to binge on
cheap ***** and beer.
I hear a bridge,
and I cross the river
where I tread water
for 4 years as I waited
for you to meet me
halfway,
and I drowned
in your lies and mind control.
Chorus of Christmas mornings
with homemade cookies,
joyful jamboree
of after-school
dance sessions in my parents' kitchen,
prom night poses
and people we still
laugh at.
First kisses reverberating
in headphones
and mouths belting
names of forgotten friends.
The soundtrack to my life,
a collection of good time
genres and painful
classics,
number one hits and
one hit wonders I
cherish equally,
my taste as vast as
the memories
contained in the
music.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC