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singonavine71 · 1 year
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Aretha Louise Franklin (/əˈriːθə/ ə-REE-thə; March 25, 1942 – August 16, 2018) was an American singer, songwriter and pianist. Referred to as the "Queen of Soul", she has twice been placed ninth in Rolling Stone's "100 Greatest Artists of All Time". With global sales of over 75 million records, Franklin is one of the world's best-selling music artists.
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slowfalter · 5 months
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I’m dust on the couch
Melt my body down
Wrap me up in formlessness
Give me dissolution
Crushed into the crowd
I’m a spilled drink at your feet
I’m the supermarket ghost
My body an unwilling host
Gold panning for meaning
My dream catcher’s full of nightmares
I can’t even feel my body
Just buy me some time please
Leave me to dissolve
I don’t want to be alone
But I can’t hold together
Leave me to dissolve
There go all my thoughts
Spinning down the sink
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confusionmeisss · 2 months
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luke hemmings just sounds absolutely ethereal when he sings & writes , like i don’t think u understand how much i love his voice & writing style.
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samsshittypoetry · 1 month
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I was asleep last time you dialed my phone
I thought I told you to leave me alone
Cause you'll tell me you're curious
Or promise that your serious
But tomorrow you won't pick up your phone
So you can't call me
In the middle of the night
Cause when you hold me
It feels so right
And I know you don't feel the same
Cause I saw you out with what's his name
So you can't call me
In the middle of the night
Despite the bright red warning signs
I drive to be by your side
You'll kiss me and let me in
Say you want to be more than friends
But tomorrow you won't pick up your phone
So you can't call me
In the middle of the night
Cause when you hold me
It just feels so right
And I know you don't feel the same
Cause I heard you sobbing, calling out his name
So you can't call me
In the middle of the night
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daisytwist · 2 months
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I just found a farewell to the dsmp song I wrote in my notes ages ago. Idk if I should leave it in my song graveyard or finish and post it... I think some of the lines have potential but it's very clearly a dsmp song. Thoughts?
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i call this one, ‘time just passes’
(for everyone who will actually read this, ily <3)
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time won’t heel, like an untrained dog
with a blood covered tongue, and a bird it has caught
time won’t heal, like a wound that will fester
with a shake, and a fever, sick to your centre
broken bones and second chances
broken hearts and second glances
they say ‘time will heal’, but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
time won’t forgive, like a trust that‘s been severed
beat yourself up if it makes you feel better, time is that stone you should weather
time won’t forget, like a wound that will scar
pack up your thoughts and your life, it’s time to be a star
broken bones and second chances
broken hearts and second glances
they say ‘time will heal’, but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
‘time will heal’ but time just passes
breaking promises and a second for your thoughts
breaking consciences and a second to reinforce
that time will heal but time just passes
time will heal but time just passes
time will heal but time just passes
oh i bet you know, you got me good
it couldn’t have been anyone but you
‘cause you were reading me upside down
you made it your goal to know me inside out
(time just passes)
oh did you know me in some other life?
you’ve known me better than i’ve known myself this time
(just passes)
all i’m left to know is time won’t heal
but time still passes/(broken bones and second chances)
time won’t heal, but time still passes/(broken hearts and second glances)
they say time will heal, but time just passes/they say time will heal, but time just passes
time won’t heal (time will heal)
time just passes (time just passes)
time won’t heal, time just passes
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an-unlikely-poet · 1 year
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Beginnings of song
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lovendersonline · 25 days
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currently: firing my chekov's gun from the bottom of a lake
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64/638 One Suga a day while he is away
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I remember as a kid I would write songs, poems, to get my mind of such & I think that’s so wholesome. I should go back to writing silly songs for the enjoyment aspect of it.
Plus now I can really draw from personal experience of much more than back then
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stinkman007 · 11 months
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i want to draw but i want to write but i should play guitar but then again maybe i should develop what to write but i should also write a song and i also want to go back to bed and i think maybe i should finish that thing i need to finish but i need to finish my conversation first and i wonder if i'll still have time for cleaning and laundry and redecorating and rearranging and maybe i should make a cup of tea and have a little treat after and oh that reminds me i want to draw
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huntingsoundwaves · 5 months
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coffin-wife · 6 months
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Pattern Recognition For Infallible Gods - F. A. Novelette
(2/31)
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weltato · 4 months
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How do people write such incredible, amazing, heartbreaking, mind-blowing songs that make you cry and laugh and dance and get severely emotionally invested in characters that show up randomly with no proper introduction?
How? I want some of that magic please, even the most sparing sprinkling of dust will do.
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nanasketchdump · 2 months
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Had a Swiftie look me in the eye and tell me Taylor is a better poet and lyricist than Hozier
Hozier?????
My love, that's like pitting a burning candle against a bonfire
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since my poetry seems to be getting a fair bit of love, here’s a poem i wrote called ‘kept at bay’
only want me at arms reach
i’ll haunt your window seat
i don’t exist, at that beach
ghost the shoreline, i repeat
i don’t exist, at that beach
freckled skin, summer heat
you can hate me if you want to
burn the letters, burn the world
you can hold me if you want to
tell me sweet things, count me sold
you can hate me if you want to
burn the letters, burn my soul
you can hold me if you want to
tell me stories, make me whole
am i a pretty liar?
jealousy is never fun
am i a pretty crier?
honesty on a bitter tongue
am i a pretty liar?
see through, i’m done
am i a pretty crier?
head on your shoulder, you feel like the sun
only want me at arms reach
i’ll haunt your backyard swing
i don’t exist, at that beach
ghost the shoreline, and repeat
i don’t exist, at that beach
seasalt curls, seaside streets
you can have me if you want to
hold the letters, hold the world
you can keep me if you want to
give me soft wings, watch me unfold
you can have me if you want to
hold the letters, hold my soul
you can keep me if you want to
on your knees, try to console
it’s about those people who treat you like the whole world when you’re alone, but as soon as your dynamic can be perceived by others, it’s as if you don’t exist.
about how all the affection you’ve ever gave feels like a waste, because you’re not being acknowledged properly.
about how it feels to watch someone you love so dearly escape your presence by turning to someone else, because it’s too much to be the versions of ourselves that we only show each other when we’re alone.
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