Another poem about depression.
A post recommending a lot of different music, a couple updates and more.
An original poem/set of song lyrics called Neon Daydream.
Don’t have time for a post now, here’s a poem about vinyl!
Remaining with the theme of the previous post….
Lately I’ve been
Listening to old records,
Lovingly encased in plastic,
Stored away in dusty places
I never thought I’d visit again…
Unwittingly the needle drops,
Bringing back moments
Painted and cast
Long drives long forgotten
Girls and worlds, to be touched again
It’s funny how a chord or
A melody that lingers
Brings you back in time
Effortlessly. Moon River.
Wichita Lineman. Songs
I didn’t even know I liked
Can make me cry
Even when they skip
Nostalgia fades away
But I still can’t understand
The boy who was standing
In the mirror so many years ago
Since I’m feeling in a poem-y kind of mood, here’s a reblog of a Blade Runner 2049 inspired poem I found.
A monochromatic answer to my
neon glow query
A laugh that distils rebuke
to my naive little worry
Nothing really happened
according to you
while I was battling with gigantic spacecrafts
filled with aliens from the galaxy of assumptions
The surroundings turned orange
I walked passively beyond your magnetic repulsion
and found myself free of all that you are
A black hole that sucks in my brightest day
A tsunami that drowns what I’ve built for myself
You realise that something did happen
and walked with a purpose towards me
while I lost mine
The dust-storm turned from orange to grey
and the momentary peace turned into a lasting anomaly
of me turning back towards you,
Watching you make the effort I’d always wanted you to
We walk towards each other
The centre of which has a broken Roman statue
That held its hand towards nothingness
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Can’t post right now, here’s a great poem!
It is we who buy the guns and we who pull the trigger.
It is we who make the bombs, and we who set its timer.
It is we who pay the price, carve the knife, pierce it into another.
It is we who take the drink, drive the car, crash our brothers.
The gun has no brain and neither the bomb,
The drink has no restraint, neither a knife.
It is we who make the choice, choosing evil over the better,
It is we who wreck humans and wonder where humanity’s gone?
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