Unattainable unforgettable
Harvesting in my mind
Like and idea, like a song
You are a ballad
I am on repeat, a skipping record
That's on repeat, a skipping record
That's on the edge, wobbling
About to topple over
Cracking my skull
As I crack my knuckles
Which mimic the music
Snap. a pattern, a pitch
A sneak peak
Of the next album
I'll be listening to
Break it down
Scratch the record, stop
Then start, old school
This is not a new problem
This is just new hardware
It's the same songs again
On a different format
A CD,with headphones.
They scratch at my ear
To get in
I'm crawling out the other one
I'm finished with this song
It starts playing again
Can't write new music
Notes are foreign
Lyrics scattered and fleeting
Stuck with these same sounds
Other's truths
Other's pain
Hit play to find out
How to ruin your life next.
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Transfiguration: A Short Collection of Poems
PoetryCollection of Poems, about a girl, and my feelings towards her. The Classic mushy gushy stuff, but hey whats wrong with that? I would love some critiques about these poems, and the sequence in which they appear. Though not written in any particular...
