Will You Find Me In The Lyrics?

Name: Chris DOB: 1995 Blog: Lyrics, Quotes, Poetry

[mariacenzina]

[blueisacreativecolor]

It's a sad noise:

The dryer banging against the wall, The sink running in the kitchen where The teenager does the dishes alone Because the mother is in the garden with the baby Who is asking why her sister is crying, Who is asking why her daddy was yelling. The shower is running in the next room. Just the sound of water where The father used to sing.

[tremblingwarsong]

this poem says nothing; i stand through a cyclone as the world changes around me, unaware. remembering how last year felt like a thousand rolled in one, but time doesn’t exist, and i’m just trying to hold on to something familiar. i stand on rooftops, and yell- there is no poetry here / and on most days i cannot write it. i cannot shake the feeling of drowning, and the taste of salt from my mouth; i promise my insides are like honeycomb. i promise my lungs are blooming with love, but i cannot write about it. maybe misery dies a slow death, and mama coloured me blue at birth. maybe dad swayed too much as when we danced, and i’m still catching my breath. poem- i am lost. here is a jungle, and i am far from lion / yet i feel like one. poem- i am deer horned or broken, i am not sure. i am not sure of anything here, my golden boy; and i cannot look to your mouth for decisions. tell me a story about the place where a book turns into a heart, and where our spines meet as one or where our teeth clash. tell me a story about a girl, with melancholy skin, and a boy with a smile, and how it rains when they kiss; tell me, golden boy, where my poem lies. take me there. i am standing at a stop sign, as it slowly turns green / and this feels like a whirlwind; the confusion is devastating, but maybe the world is brighter because of it. i stand here, and look for this poem, with my darling, golden boy-but maybe its not meant to be found yet; i am writing it anyway.

[xx-aalongreenpoetry-xx]

I’ve Been Dreaming, Can’t Stop Drowning

Six Word Poem

Aalon Green

(via xx-aalongreenpoetry-xx)

[lupinemother]

6am

I went to a different dimension in my dream Somewhere in the future where you get to start over I dreamed you loved me I dreamed you came back Maybe that’s why I felt like crying after my bones fell out of place and back in line I can’t keep having these dreams Of you coming to my rescue I don’t need to be found But my brain is having a hard time forgetting about you

[writingforyourlovee]

I’ll knot up my hair and color my sorrows,

feelings never seem to be heard until tomorrow,

I’ll bite and I’ll bleed, do not let me see,

the damage I have caused,

through each shade of emotion in which I speak.

for I am a constant gray,

no changing, no beginning,

wilting like flowers left out of water,

I am weak and weary,

dark and dreary.

only meant to be thrown away.

my emotions never valid,

until I burn my flesh to a shade of red,

I never feel the flames,

only touch upon my rage,

 please do not speak my name,

do not play in to the game.

leave me to bleed until I cry of envy,

fill me up with green and leave me be.

the light will return, my wounds will here,

the question will be is he still in my corner?

[thesedroppedthoughts]

The sun and the moon, I wanna see both worlds as one

“The Sun and the Moon” - mewithoutYou // Brother, Sister

[mariacenzina]

Funny how I always end up there 🌊🤷🏽‍♀️✨ #poetry (at Vancouver, British Columbia)

[writingforyourlovee]

I loved the feeling of his fingertips,

dancing like a child in the rain,

against my collar bone,

as a brush of intimacy sends strokes against my canvas.

allow for my desires to explore every medium,

mold my body in to yours,

make my lips beg, beg for more,

making love to you is like an art piece, a different view from every angle,

pull the curtain down and let me see you in this light,

art is only made through ones creative eye.

[deadsensescompany]

"Forever Blind"

I wish not to see the light of day. I wish not to see you kneel and pray. I wish not to see the world I’m in. I wish not to see a world of sin.

I refuse to look or comprehend. I refuse to try and make amends. I refuse to sit and wonder and think. And waste more time on...

[maza-dohta]

I believe pain breeds wolves and joys give rise to moons. We grow forests in our bones so our memories can’t find us. I believe we hide and haunt ourselves.

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

[mariacenzina]

It’s often the quietest spaces and places that speak to us at the most resonating volumes.

[blueisacreativecolor]

I wanted to write about the culture, About the beauty and strangeness Of not knowing the normalities, But whenever I looked at you Admiring the familiar plastic Stocked in windows of this far place I could only think How we weren’t far enough.

[tremblingwarsong]

i. the body lays still, and i wrap it around a globe to make more of it. the sky spreads upwards, to my mouth, and lives in it; all airy- you never have enough words when you need them. a dry throat is a desert leading down your oasis chest, that only hurts; pretend empty / pretend full; so heavy.  ii. i want to be like the moon, before disappearing; all glory, lined with tenderness. all wrath. all shining. all light / the night is a cold solace, as are dreams- like the one where i feel his breath on my back, and his hands, for safety.  iii. help, clouds / dreams are just the right kind of vague; mama planted too many flowers in my hair, and now i’m all kinds of tangled, and beautiful from the head, up. the body, is still scared.  iv. bring the honey to my cheek, and keep it there; rose tinted. sting my pomegranate skin / i’m sorry for the seed stuck in your teeth, dear self. violence is only sweet on myself. store my gentle, under your tongue. v. butterfly, flutter softly, as my head spins, and the body changes / as the world changes into you. the sky turns dark, with rain in my belly; as residue for everything i was last year. i cannot be happy for what the week brings, but i promise i’m trying.  FRAGMENTS FOR / FROM THIS WEEK.

[xx-aalongreenpoetry-xx]

We Had It All At Our Finger Tips

How Did We Lose It

Aalon Green

(via xx-aalongreenpoetry-xx)

[writingforyourlovee]

passion only sparks,

when that look in his eyes,

does nothing but rip my clothes off.

hold me down, pull my strands,

remind me what feeling is against.

fuck me once, fuck me now,

until these screams forbid me from this town.

[riverstardust]

Violin

Daily prompt– Lush

“Touch me like you would your violin,” lance whispered, “gentle, graceful, with passion and love.”

He carefully ran his fingers through Keith’s fluffy hair, playing with the strands that fell to the sides with his fingers, knowing that he could say anything he wanted to Keith only as long as the boy slept. While he was awake, all they did was tease, fight and compete with each…

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