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birdblacksocialclub · 2 months
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Song Poem
“put ur Spotify on shuffle and write down the first lyric of the first ten songs that come on, post the poem that results” (character playlist edition)
Tagged by @teethingpains (<3 <3 <3)
These are all from my Genesis playlist (you know I have one it's fine) so let's see how we go hey?
First the mic then a half cigarette we were speeding together down the dark avenues I'm gonna make you bend and break won't someone give me a gun? Now and then I think of when we were together so we all are growing old and getting old I really don't know what I'm doing here here on these cliffs of Dover Stop me, oh stop me When there's nowhere else to run
Well that's kind of cool!!! Very him XD thanks so much for the tag!
I'll tag @rainbowcarousels , @queernoctis and @breserker and anyone else who wants to do it!!!
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ihatel1f3 · 1 month
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Guys...
(Dont mind me copy pasting the lyrics because im having a cursh on someone and I think im lesbian.)
Palad ay basang-basa Ang dagitab ay damang-dama Sa 'king kalamnang punong-puno Ng pananabik at ng kaba Lalim sa 'king bawat paghinga Nakatitig lamang sa iyo
Naglakad ka nang dahan-dahan Sa pasilyo tungo sa altar ng simbahan Hahagkan na't 'di ka bibitawan Wala na 'kong mahihiling pa
Ikaw at ikaw Ikaw at ikaw Ikaw at ikaw Ikaw at ikaw
'Di maikukumpara Araw-araw kong dala-dala Paboritong panalangin ko'y Makasama ka sa pagtanda Ang hiling sa Diyos na may gawa Apelyido ko'y maging iyo
Naglakad ka nang dahan-dahan Sa pasilyo tungo sa 'kin At hinawakan mo ako't aking 'di napigilang Maluha nang mayakap na
Ikaw at ikaw Ikaw at ikaw Ikaw at ikaw Ikaw at ikaw
Ikaw at ikaw (ikaw at ikaw, ikaw at ikaw) Ikaw at ikaw (ikaw at ikaw, ikaw at ikaw) Ikaw at ikaw (ikaw at ikaw, ikaw at ikaw) Ikaw at ikaw (ikaw at ikaw, ikaw at ikaw)
palad ay basang-basa, ang dagitab ay damang-dama (Ikaw at ikaw) sa 'king kalamnang punong-puno (Ikaw at ikaw) 'di maikukumpara, araw-araw kong dala-dala (Ikaw at ikaw) paboritong panalangin ko'y... Ikaw. <3
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oresteias-heart · 4 months
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The Garden of Eden’s song...
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Misunderstandings bloom like bitter flowers, In the garden of the mother-daughter hours. Silent screams and heard cries that only go unnoticed. A portrait painted with tear-streaked eyes. Yet, within the pain, a yearning plea, For healing, understanding, a chance to be free. In the poignant dance of hurt and sorrow, a melody of tears, a sincerely sorrow song.
The Garden of Eden's vines dance to this treacherous melody, though the song of grief does amass, to take a toll on such a soul, the flood waters may not pass.
To think of who I am and who I ought to be, when I look in the mirror all I see, is yet a reflected version of you
—Oresteia…♡
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thek1ngspoet · 3 months
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{ HISTORY OF MAN } — Maisie Peters
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He stole our youth and promised heaven
The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen
Women's hearts are lethal weapons
Did you hold mine and feel threatened?
Hear my lyrics, taste my venom
You are still my great obsession
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whyamiincanada · 21 days
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“He stole her youth and, promised heaven.”
When you say words to me, sweet ones. The ones that make your heart tingle. I don’t believe. I’ve given my heart before and is was returned battered. How can I trust you.
“The men start wars, yet Troy hates Helen”
You treat me like I am Helen. Kidnapped by your enemy so you have to fight to get me back. You forget that it was not her fault that Troy was destroyed. That the gods made Paris fall in love, but the gods did not make him kill.
“Women’s hearts are Lethal weapons, did you hold mine and feel threatened.”
My heart is strong. I use it like a weapon but it is still mine to use. I gave it to you and it came back broken. Did you feel threatened by my encompassing love for you. Did you?
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painted-time · 3 months
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Revised my Pinocchio poem
A rusted quill,
Stained by years of misuse,
Scratches at worn fabric.
It longs for the simplicity of paper,
Yet it expresses these longing by lashing out.
Desperate strokes shred the cloth.
They bleed.
They break.
Ink spills and dots the footnotes.
An explosion of color
An imitation of art
Yellowed lilies soak up the warmth.
Ground-shaking and reality-breaking
And yet the world does not halt.
The world does not stand to negotiate,
Does not erase what has been sketched.
It simply rolls by,
A circle rounded with no end.
A rotation that was inevitable yet unpredictable.
Tears in the fabric cling to wholeness.
Glossy stitches attempt to fix what can only be
Mended.
And years later the subject of our revision will rest
On the shoulders of a wearier figure,
Joints popped,
Arms loosened,
On oaky floors dusted by years of footprints,
Boards bent and worn by a stool's shadow.
A simple throne
On which I used to perch,
Yielding my mighty sword.
Regaling tales of what this shop once held.
A fairy tale whispered from the cracked lips of wooden boys,
Boys who were whittled into weaker men.
Fractions of fiction rattled out from a marred toy,
Stained with ink,
Knees weak.
Held together by white strings
And silver lies.
A puppet-maker's sonnet.
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seventhpine · 7 months
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Sunsets
I watched the Sun go down with you, And we both went down, too. It was the three-hundredth time, Back when we were both still alive.
…But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head…
It was only natural that we leaned on each other. As we weathered this storm together, We always stood side by side, Hand in hand, your hand in mine.
…But does anything matter if you're already dead? And now should I be shocked, now, by the last thing you said?
We wandered this forsaken world, Nothing but one other to hold. Bodies of things once-living, now dead, Miles away from the town we fled.
…Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained, And in saying you loved me made things harder, at best…
Only one bite, I thought you'd be fine, We told ourselves a comforting lie. The infection took you away from me, Left behind your body a shell, empty.
…And these words changing nothing as your body remains, And there's no room in this Hell, there's no room in the next…
I can't seem to bring myself to get rid of what's left of you. There's no living eyes in this world left to watch me unravel.
…But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?
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This is a derivative and transformative work. Concept, story, and select lyrics taken from “Early Sunsets Over Monroeville” by My Chemical Romance.
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words-at-night · 6 months
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theboygeniuss · 6 months
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Something something it’s all grief and no one can ever change and I’m sorry I was so selfish to love you that was mean of me. I’m sorry
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gggoblin123456 · 6 months
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My Love
(A poem based on this song and music video by Mitski)
cw suicide
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I built this gray room. I built it with bricks and mortar And paint and cement Handed to me by the bucketful
Every day I come home With a boulder in my lap I stack it outside One by one
When there is nothing But shade in the field I know it is time To climb.
To stack All the chairs I nearly hung my Self from
I'll glide my hands Along their etched wood. Their soft wood Held my weight
Who could blame such an innocent object?
I stack them One by one On top an egg Near-crushed 'Neath the lowest leg
Seated at the top, I can only see the sun Through a Clenched fist 0
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One day I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.
k.b. // laufey, philharmonia orchestra - let you break my heart again
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missinyouiskillingme · 8 months
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maybe you weren’t the one for me but deep down I wanted you to be
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poetryispretentious · 8 months
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Songs So Beautiful They Might as Well Be Poems
In this article, we present a collection of songs that are celebrated not only for their musical brilliance but also for their profound and poetic lyrics.
Songs So Beautiful They Might as Well Be Poems Song lyrics that are poems are more common than you think. Poetry and songwriting both employ stanzas afterall. Throughout history, music and poetry have been intertwined, with songwriters often drawing inspiration from poetic elements to craft timeless masterpieces. In this article, we present a collection of songs that are celebrated not only for…
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lucidloving · 6 months
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Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits // Anne Carson, Red Doc> // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // 肉包不吃肉, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun // Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (trans. Carol Brown Janeway) // Heart Like Yours— Willamette Stone
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