#strum
Cold strings quietly
Ask for vibrance and true song
To be strummed made live
On youthful learning fingers
Tipped with determination
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
It seems what differentiates
the mad and the musician
are the bow
in which
they strum with.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Lay on your hand 'til it falls asleep so when you strum your guitar it's a stranger's melody.
-t.s.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
To strum this guitar is for naught. Strumming the strum of the guitar of the guitar. The the guitar is for naught. For naught is the strum. Strumming strum strummy in the strum of the of the guitar.
Would she be enticed? She would be strumming. Would she be be strumming the strum of the guitar? She would not be the the strum. I strum the D and the A strums the B and it all comes to the G string. Would I not if I did strum the G if I strummed it so?
Yes.
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe yes.
Maybe yes.
Maybe maybe maybe no.
No.
NO.
Shall I have a glass of jack and coke? If I should not should I strum the G of the jack of the jack and the coke? Should she be she be not? Do I dare to entice? If I should dare to not should should I find the jack?
I should call should I call if I do if I don’t? What have I to do but strum and strum and drink and drink and think of the flat note? I will call. Will it pickup?
The taste of Jack is acquired it is. It is acquired and acquired and not for her. She’s a rosé and what can it be that a cheap whisky can amount to a fine wine? It cannot and I cannot. I cannot and will I call will I again?
Will I strum strum the gun of the sun? Will I find the gun will it find the sun and will it it will not find her?
How about a game of poker? I play a mean game a game I play. Please please do play with me. If you would please then please oblige. If not then please do. If do it would make all of it worth it.
Flush.
2 of a kind.
Full House
Royal flush.
Fold.
It is midnight I should be off. Off I shall just strum and never bother. Never shall I bother and never shall I be bothered.
Again.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Your vocal cords
Please my body
As I hear the different tones...
Hearing you is so soothing
My heart is filled with bottled expressions
But once enlightened, feel amazing!
Your voice is just so...
Beautiful.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Its funny how I can be dead in the brain
Only four hours sleep but still slaying stupid games
The people expect trust when its all turned to rust
Faulty; and your fault for letting it settle in the dust
Like hold up, wait a minute, you ******* me over
That logic you used there; are you certain you're sober?
Don't you dare try to pin your **** onto me
Just because I wont take a drink from a stagnant creek
I didn't come down in yesterdays rain
I know the difference between real and fake
I know when you're brewing an earthquake
I know enough to start making a change
I have the experience of a thousand words
Hidden behind bust lips, sounds left unheard
Vocal chords not humming, no six stringer strumming,
And buzzing like my phone does when lips start running
You could make a change too, stop and think
This relation is parched and needs new drinks
You've brought it all down, suffered in a drought,
Concocted some confusion and forged brand new doubts
I won't buy false gold no more, I'm no fool
Imma fix it up, but I need my tools
Stop acting like one too, start being a solution
You want me back? Well stop toying with my trust for your amusement
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
With manly aggravations he strums-
Strums the rust and the anguish away from the strings.
I saw them, floating away from him; vibrating in midair
Those compositions from his melancholy days,
Echoing...
The notes have, somehow, reverberated through my cathedral soul-
I can feel them.
I could still locate the ringing at the ceiling of my skull.
And if I wish to
I could even feel the faint tremors in my heart-
And realize it's actually pulsating...
But surely, it's just an after shock from the sounds resonating
It would fade away.
Of course it will just fade away.
It would fade away the moment he
stops playing.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads
but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped
gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
As I watch you strum
away at your guitar,
I hope the only thing
you're playing is music.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
Touch me,
like the quiver of my body
is a lyre that you must strum.
Speak to me,
like my voice is a psalm
you've never heard.
Kiss me,
like you're a desert wanderer
and my lips an oasis.
Love me,
like your heart is a wardrum
that will thunder
without
me.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
You sit behind a glorious loom
Weaving and tugging the threads
Not of silk or cloth
But of the fabric of reality
You manipulate them
Steadily weaving my dreams
Into a blanket of memories
To keep us warm at night
As you are plucking the strings
Not of guitar or harp
But those of my heart
Strumming a tune known to all
That sweet melody
That sacred hymn
The song within.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
the city and it's music
every changing
the city and it's music
daily rearranging
you can hear the distant thunder
kept in time by city drums
a beat of urban tires
that makes the city roadways strum
the wind blows through the subway
you can hear the wires hum
it's the city making music
shut your eyes and listen some
the band has no conductor
there are horns and there are strings
there's a bass back from the buses
listen to the joy it brings
it's a concert in the city
by the city and it rings
the bells from downtown churches
and the piegeons flapping wings
you've an orchestra around now
listen close, it never stops
from the cars racing through downtown
to the whistle blowing cops
it's a different kind of music
it's got a rhythm that just pops
it's a gritty harder sound
that echos to the building tops
cars, trucks, people walking
all are part of this great band
and the best part of this music
is it's spread across the land
each song you hear is different
nothing ever comes out planned
each city has a cadence
listen close, the show's at hand....
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
With every strum and every note,
he gets
sweeter
and sweeter.
The taste of his lips seem to be dragging my body closer to him, the smell of his cologne and the look in his eye drags me closer. The fascination with getting to know him and how his hands feel in mine.
Its not fair.
Its not fair.
Seeing his face and wanting more, seeing his body and wanting more. Seeing his hands and wanting so much more.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Strum stronger
so that I may listen
a bit longer.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
It felt so right, clear
As a crystal lake in summer. The humidity.
Teach me how to breathe under water so that I may
Follow the current.
Through time and thyme, the scents
That drive me to ask.
Question everything.
Can I make this better?
Install a light switch in the sun for you.
Sleep, lion. I will not be the sheep
You devour. I will be the lioness you sweep away.
Could I be the one to trim your ego,
Your fragile mind into a sturdy rose bush?
Thorns protruding, make me bleed again?
Maybe I will keep you.
The steady strums of my heart strings calming my ears.
And I can not predict what we could discover in this filthy music,
Or maybe the silver harps the angels play.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC