"songlist" poems
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I play my guitar,
now crying in sevens
a cold vacant morning
with rain on the ground
Sorrowful chords,
on the strings of emotion
in three quarter tear drops
where sadness is bound
*And the storm clouds they form
on the edge of tomorrow
with thoughts ever yearning
for your melodies
dreaming of yesterdays
caught in the feedback,
out of tune longings
in lost harmonies*
Breathing in silence
of fret seperations
seeking a songlist
of lyrics unfound
A chill strums my heart,
sitting empty and hollow
I play my guitar
and there isn’t a sound
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
an obituary page
used aluminum foil
whiskey bottle
glimpse of a shadow
shadow of a man
forever stuck there
orange and yellow leaves
crumpled breath
muttering
aching heart
aching feet
wandering nowhere
tuesday songlist
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC