And I Said, “hey Look, The Sky’s On Fire”

I saw a flower today...

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

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Notes, unseen

Cascade down the blank page

Of a musicians mind

Spilling out clear and sweet

Softer than snow blanketing a bungalow

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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

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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

GMorning, GNight by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Illustrated by Jonny Sun

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Welcome to my page!

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

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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

Bass strings

Years pass like trees out a car window. My hands on the steering wheel, your music in my head. The road trip music, the chill rock where the guitar is the lead and the singer takes second. Somehow you find your way into the bass players strings. Low and aggressive, relaxed and gentle. You’re with me as I drive through the mountains