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Abhijit Patil Jun 2016
Its been a day, long and hard
We've wandered enough,
through this wood
It seems forever endless
Beautiful and painful wilderness
Dont know where we're going,
dont know what we're doing.
Lets settle down in this clearing,
and think about a life heading.
Lets get a fire going..
Keep us warm and keep us company.
Just take out your guitar
and play those strings;
Sweet memory that music brings.
Make me forget all things
Just play those strings;
Hit that octave,
that one's my fave.
I love those strings;
With every pluck a strain vanishes,
Its all i want, every trouble diminishes.
Just play those strings;
There's a promise of new mornings,
Friend, just play those strings.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
the hard part about loving musicians
is that they get stuck in your head
sometimes in a melody
and sometimes in a memory.
Joy May 2016
Jamming her fingers into the keyboard,
You would have thought that it was elastic -
You would have thought she was digging into her soul,
Searching for something stronger than this
Broken melody.
May, 2016
Robert May 2016
I tried to play a simple song,
a song until it breaks -
Imagining the melodies,
a broken piano makes.

I strike a note, it makes a noise,
a noise of deep despair -
I notice now the noise it makes,
a noise beyond repair.

But do not fear or cower here,
although the noise is strong -
it's just a simple melody,
a broken piano's song.
Snehith Kumbla May 2016
spout
mayflowers
on my arms

splash
in a fall of
cascade

sing
myself a
melody

fling
a paper
airplane

make arrow
heads of
words

step out
stare intent
at stars

string an
old guitar
to frenzy

run to
the beat
of my feet

very
very
slowly

count
up to
ten

a room
caught in
mid-waltz

hush in  
a storm's
aftermath  

debris
strewn
around
La Mer May 2016
Nestled between the covers
Are two stories unfolding,
Unraveling in the mystery of
How to detach from it.

The stories and memories,
Meshed together with an infinite tale.
A wordless story,
making its imprint on our flesh.
Bound, yet boundless
As birds that perch upon the edge of a wire.

Potential for motion,
A flight into a blanket of Love.
Shadows follow, for once cloaked
around our bare shoulders like a guide.

Mistaken as us, and comfortable
mistreating our views.
A grim reaper of our own Creation.
A once thoughtless prison, unshackled now
in warmth of our presence.

Recognizing a strand of
Familiarity, creating an endless
family from Kingdom to Kingdom.
We are not what we think,
And yet we think this into the now.

This creative moment of backwards
And forwards, as we sleep
A sweet lullaby
Of juxtaposition and paradox.
Mirrors are doorways
Into our Selves,
Onto a great pathway of
Questions that need no reply.

Voiceless songs and melodic silence,
Intertwining in the mix of
Magic and Absolute Truth.
Rudra Sharma Apr 2016
I miss those moments with you..I spent
*I can only smile fake
yes i am fine..i can only pretend
I wish i could be with you
To live a moment with you again
As my love for you is so true
You were surrounded with sorrows
And i was not able to detect
For this i will always regret
My heart nd mind still have your melody
speaking in unspoken words
leaving u alone was an uknown tragedy
When you know that you are not fine but you need to pretend that you are.
MG Apr 2016
a friend of mine once told me
of a way to remain independent and free
she said not to associate people with songs
unless you wish for nostalgia, lifelong

it’s too bad she told me too late
because it is only now that i can relate
at the time, it was absurd to assume
that i was actually dancing to my doom

you sang to me when i asked you to
my head on your chest, your heartbeat so true
the rest of the world didn’t matter to me
it was only you i could see

how stupid and naive i was
to give you so much trust
the start of something new, i thought,
was what this magnificent night brought

and every time i hear this song,
i remember our so long,
how we drifted slowly then all at once
and again i miss you tons

i thought i’d become crazy at first
now i’m convinced that i am cursed
everywhere i go i seem to hear
the song that brings me to tears

always, i hear your voice, so coarse,
singing the lyrics that mean i’ll be yours
and when the chorus hits, that’s my cue
i hum to the melody we danced to

though it’s over i always wonder
about me, do you ever ponder?
when you hear the music, what do you feel?
do you, too, miss me a great deal?

thoughts perpetually filled my head
and to this state of curiosity they have led
as the song played, i clung on to that hope
for a long time, it's what helped me cope

as i was about to sing the part of our duet
the music playlist suddenly reset
and that’s when i took it as a sign
to say goodbye, it was about time

until it plays again
we can't help but relate people to things. it's what brings out both the fondest and most agonizing of remembrances. at some point, we accept that those moments have become, simply, memories, and we go on with our lives. but when we see something that serves as a reminder of the experiences we shared with certain people we are trying to cut off, all the emotion floods back into our heads and hearts and we're back to square one. it's a vicious cycle of forgetting and remembering, and though it doesn't **** us, it doesn't make us stronger either. it weakens our hearts, because the degree of pain it brings is just as intense, every single time. and our hearts can only take so much grief.
Alyssa Paul Apr 2016
The melodies flow through the air,
reaching all who dares to listen.

When everything is just noise and static
the beat of the drum flows through.
Blinding the rest, until it's all you hear.

The flow of the voice that washes over you
causing emotions to crash through you
make your heart ache with recognition.

Makes you feel human,
lets you know that your emotions are real
that they are here.

Continue through the ages,
always changing
always evolving
but still has the same meaning.

The beautiful melody,
the noise that everyone admires
that will never die out.

Classical, Rock, Pop
Jazz, Metal, Rap...

The things that bring people together,
to come to appreciate the things that make us the same.
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