listen for the sounds
watch for the crescendo
look at it build,
the noise and the tension and the feelings
and then it... softens? pauses? stops?
the conductor has disappeared
but then the lyrics come to our aid
and keep time and fall into the rhythm
and it will be okay for now
we can hear the beep and the beep and the beep and
as the metronome teaches us to dance again
so now we're moving on and up and about
mouthing the words we know now by heart
we learn that life is the speaker,
playing the song of our lives
hi!! it's been a minute since i wrote a poem but i had some time yesterday so here you go. comment and lmk what you think because i can't tell if i love this or hate it. (also: i listened to Depression by Ren on repeat while writing this and it's a great song so there's that.)
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Poetrybursts: the words that come out of my brain when i get inspired. spontaneous and (hopefully) impactful poetry. (some poems contain death, suicide, murder, and mentions of rape. message me if u want a list of trigger warnings for each poem.) p.s. t...
