An original poem/set of song lyrics called Neon Daydream.
A Random Spewing Of Music, Art, Poetry, and about 15 pictures of my dog.
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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