the music filling my ears,
with melodies nobody wants to hear
crescendos intensifying the sound and emotion
the lows, the highs, setting the tone
a story is told
beginning, middle, and end
different interpretations, but everyone has the same understanding
deep in their gut they know,
it was tragic-
the last note got cut-off, a cliff hanger
an incomplete symphony,
unfinished poetry
we'll never find the truth.

Our opia
Was *****
On winter nights and
Beneath the summer sun
You looked at me
And fueled my addiction

Our love
Melancholy melody
Droned on
Through the seasons
A constant craving
Until finally I ran out of you

You left me
My addiction still raging full force
You left me
With no help through detox  
And that is why it killed me

And when the rain comes down
I'll keep you safe sound
Smile, the sun's comes out
You will be safe in my shelter

SPLIT the Ring to find Serenity,
   Gold, Gold! - Fool's Gold!
Burdened by the Oracle of Mourning,
   A tired tune of the Cold.

Loosen the flood; Part the seas!
   And pave the road for me?
Send a Melody into our Scarlet skies;
   Prithee; gift me a Symphony?

All those symphonies
you wrote to my
           heartbeat
had I not lost my hearing
the band would still be
          playing
but all the voices many mine lied louder
than the drum-rolls in my chest
your
         melodies
bested by the worst of them of me
now on my knees
before a God who says He’s good
if He could
         please
write away my wrongs with  
         a new song
that makes you see the
         I’m sorry
         I’m singing
aloud, the repent of my deafness that
I hope you’ll hear
yet I fear the only
        music
I’ll ever make for you is
         pain.

God sent me a beautiful angel.
A beautiful angel with this rare melody.
A rare melody I've been dying to hear.
Dying to hear the love of my life speak to me.
Speaking to me about how much they been waiting for me.
Waiting for me to find my way to my beautiful angle with this rare melody I've been dying to hear.
         -s.g

i love to hear your voice
inside my skull
while tears are rolling down my face, it lifts me up, shows me the bigger picture:
a reassuring strangers voice saying
“it's okay, I’m lonely too"

i love to hear your fingers hitting keys
and strings
of instruments made by people years ago,
melodies sprung from your head.

i love the sound thats heard when the air passed through your lungs erupts in brassy, airy tones-
emotions...
emotions, i never knew i had

i love to hear the songs you wove from notes and pitches,
long nights, feelings, people
all your life led up
to you
creating this

and i can hear it now.
echoing off my bones through a pair of plastic pieces to my heart

yes, i hate you
i hate the way you
make me write poems
about the way your smile
curves up nicely
on the sides of your lips
i hate the way my pointless verses
describe the way your laugh
is my blissful melody
i hate how you keep me up at night
replaying memories of how
at one point
i was the center of your attention
i hate how you make me jealous
how you force me to see you happy
and it's not because of me
i hate how i'm selfish, in need,
close to insanity
i hate you
oh yes, i hate you