There Are All Kinds Of Love Around, But The Lovesick Are Blind To All But One.

Thank you @theorangestofjuices for your elegant words :)

Jazz is Like Glass and Yarn

Cutting quick and deep

Sharp melodies

Sassy tones

At times smoother than cream

In a rich cup of coffee

•

Notes, unseen

Cascade down the blank page

Of a musicians mind

Spilling out clear and sweet

Softer than snow blanketing a bungalow

•

Chords, a medium to be measured with infinity

Spinning eigth notes like cotton on a spindle

Pricking your eardrums with phat, coordinated rhythms

Low and as thick as molasses

Higher than the moon

•

Fuzzy, soft and neat brushes lightly caresss the snare

Chunk, Chunk, Chunk the constant thrum of the guitar

Propelling the group as the bulky anchor, the bass

Crystal tones, loud and bossy, the trumpet commands

The saxophone pleads mournfully to be heard, like a lost colour in an intarsia pattern

clear as glass

hello \_-.-_/

Welcome to my page!

I want to use this to hopefully post some of my poetry and other writing stuff!

I am once again posting a picture of my fireplace

this is beautiful, thank you for writing this :)

Romance

I saw your love for poetry and it instantly clicked together! It's been a while since I've written an ode so I thought, why not?

Type: Poem

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An Ode to Our Romance

Growing up

You hear love stories

Turned tragedies

Festering

Dying

Hating

All things bad

Adults

Tell you

Divorce

Is normal

Marrying one

You don’t

Love

Is normal

And

Always looking for

The One

Is normal

If that is so

Then

I must be abnormal

I must be

Broken

Because

I love you

And I will

Forever

You

Fill

My days

My time

My heart

And I thank you

I wish

For nothing more

Than you

Your words

Break the silence

With your

Colorful language

And how absolutely colorful

All of the leaves

In all of the trees

In Autumn

How colorful the sun is

In this crisp fall day

With you

As you dance me around

In the rain

Laughing

Playing

Living

The droplets

In your hair

In your eyes

And we both smile

On a playground

With childlike humor

Two adults

Dashing around

Jumping

High into the air

From the swings

Slipping fast down

The cold

Metal slides

Spinning

Together

On the merry-go-round

We love

Wildly

Budding in these

Cold quiet days

Like flowers

Fighting off

A frost

So

Fuck them

This is

Our beautiful

Romance

Thank you for making this for me @justalineinasong0  :)

Requested

twenty one pilots - Smithereens

Chasing the Sun

Chasing the Sun

Following its tail

Moving towards the firey sky

It’s all I can every do

•

Dark and red

Loud and soft colours

Float above the ombred horizon

It’s so far away

•

I’m so high

Up in the clouds where borders don’t exist in dotted lines

No man can say this is my land and this where I stay

Put down the weapons

•

Trees and roads and city

They don’t have names up here

The cloud casting shadows don’t discriminate

When everyone thinks they have control

They have none

•

Pin pricks like on a dream board is my home

They stand out in lines and strips and blocks

Underneath the airplane wing

My family and my cat and my friends

Sleep

Underneath the airplane wing

•

Grids and lines are houses

Lit up with the bright joy of a welcome home

I’ve forgotten about the sinking feeling in my stomach

I can’t remember when my ears weren’t popped

•

Stars anchored to the ground

Thin out into the blackness of land

Leaving the dense city behind

Underneath the plane wing

•

Turning and tilting

Sinking and swooping

It was the wrong place

Too small to make a safe landing

To far to house my bed

To high to reach down and touch the glimmering city lights

•

I don’t live in the city

I breathe the city

I take it in when the sky glows orange

When the free stars

Dance

Far and away

Stealing the warmth from each other

To stay alive another day

•

Into the clouds

I’m enveloped

Inside the whipped cream sky

Nothing but a hazy grey ocean

The blinking plane light

Reflects off the fluff surrounding it

•

There’s my city

I can see the invisible dots of my parents

Waiting for me inside the airport

My little sister

Bouncing on the balls of her feet

Jittering and shaking with excitement

•

I can barely see the fading green property lines

Small winding roads

A house with sleeping and unsleeping people

But I am still awake

rainy window bandwagon

and I said, “hey look, the sky’s on fire”