More than the sun shines than the waves break More than the wind snaps and gasps escape More than the tree shades than the fire warms more than the rain falls and bees swarm Above the icy peak somewhere near highest cloud Above the tallest bridge holding true and proud Above the plane that flies and closes on this gap Above the heart that beats turned to red from black Beyond the last rest stop the road that bends and curves Beyond the dusty trail that all our feet deserve Beyond that reach of gravity where cells ebb and flow Beyond the deepest cave where only love dares to go Sweeter than the morning air crisp and full of life Sweeter than the first snow through the air like knives Sweeter than a blooming rose dew covered the pedals Sweeter than the quirky smile Dotted with just one freckle In search of all these human truths I've walked and I've traveled In search of all this long lost youth I've groveled and I've battled In search for all the pain and pleasure I've jumped high
Knee high, sky high, murder on her mind full gain, digs the pain, walks home in the rain black clothes, no one knows, just how deep you go in the dirt, short skirt, long jacket with the shirt punk machine, love is green, runs on gasoline Draw inspiration from your pocket Like love sealed in a heart-shaped locked Like pain stayed at your local motel six Like flowers I stomped and you fixed Like a happy song for a sad girl Like acting a scene on the stage of your world Bug bite, bee flight, too wrong to be right dopamine, stuck between, a heart and a ravine shoot your shot, run the plot, only plan I've got is run free, blame me, never going to disagree on the border, no short order, all in disorder Drawing your silhouette from memory Like compliments are complimentary Like never forget the good parts Like actually all the parts and counterparts Like forgiving yourself on a Wednesday Like hair turning, slowly changing grey Are you excited or are you annoyed maybe I'm the one you
Just a kid in your playground Envious of all those around Never touching the ground Never stopping this floating Your voice ever gently coaxing Surreptitious like the moon waxing How do you do what I say Eat at my heart as I play Another round of lovers roulette Reload the memory of your silhouette Then its gone - to solo from duet I drown perpetually between your ribs Searching for a place to grip Given up to the whims of your lips Only this heaven I see is departing Nothing I can do stop you from starting Exceptions don't exist for this rule And I'll never have it.
Like two weighted anchors, secured into my shoulders with material similarly metal drilled and fastened tightly, drag on the ground behind me behind chain links of old rusted corroded outdated mangled masterfully forged steel Moving so glacially slow mold and moss growing on their ancient, heavy bodies Leaving deep, wet tracks behind me each step some measurable amount of effort more than the last An old wile e. coyote anvil defying gravity positioned perpindicluar to the ground, snugly on my chest, fit just so like a bespoke chest-piece of medevial style and countenance squeezing the breath strangling the air gripping the mediums through which I suck and grasp and twist and gripe and claw at the oxygen that it denies me Oh lastly, my feet my cold frostbitten toes my sore worn heels the souls matching both texture color and wear of any other souls associated They drag ahead of the anchors trudge below the anvil sink into the mossy undergrowth and plop out of the watery draw each
Back to the hills in the back of those woods Back to the arms I broke Or the heart - no Not quite the place it was Not Back then, when I left it for good Front of the house where you forgot Just off those steps you skipped Just past those blinds you No, you don't carry all those stones Wasn't it heavy, always - nonstop Side down You aren't proud of that either I didn't think it'd rip and tear so, no Side profile of not thinking But didn't that rebound cause such a bounce Forget what you thought you thought Unthinkable you had every door open Conspicuously strolling through Keeping your distance from home That house - no - that flaw That beating heart That furnace full of coal and fire And salt and water and Why even bother You did your part Now I do mine
fading sunlight pours through the Venetian blinds
like grapefruit juice trickling off the side of the table
from a glass, made of glass
knocked over in a mental frenzy that materialized
as a sweeping hand half an inch too low
piano music crawls out of circuits and into bones and tissue
like the slow atrophy of talent and ability
that you let fade and die and slip
over years and years, but not that many years
and now you think of terms of "what used to be"
traffic speeds by outside, periodically droning
slowly depressing and wearing down the asphalt
upon which they all drive tastefully above the speed limit
like that speed and weight that yo
It's been so long since I've written a song
Years have come and gone
I'm all worked up with the pent up
thoughts and feelings that at every turn
I could've done something differently
The branches of choices and voices
Telling me to fork right when I chose left
Nothing but unheard voices
Poking and prodding and pulling me back
Telling me that I should be on the attack
I'm all out of sorts
And I'm trying, to pack it in
And I'm all out of sorts
I'm playing, my cards to win
I'm trying to get back to the basics
Trying to break this mold
I settled in myself a way
That I can't live with myself
Back to a time that's come and gone
A time that flowed
More than the sun shines than the waves break More than the wind snaps and gasps escape More than the tree shades than the fire warms more than the rain falls and bees swarm Above the icy peak somewhere near highest cloud Above the tallest bridge holding true and proud Above the plane that flies and closes on this gap Above the heart that beats turned to red from black Beyond the last rest stop the road that bends and curves Beyond the dusty trail that all our feet deserve Beyond that reach of gravity where cells ebb and flow Beyond the deepest cave where only love dares to go Sweeter than the morning air crisp and full of life Sweeter than the first snow through the air like knives Sweeter than a blooming rose dew covered the pedals Sweeter than the quirky smile Dotted with just one freckle In search of all these human truths I've walked and I've traveled In search of all this long lost youth I've groveled and I've battled In search for all the pain and pleasure I've jumped high
Knee high, sky high, murder on her mind full gain, digs the pain, walks home in the rain black clothes, no one knows, just how deep you go in the dirt, short skirt, long jacket with the shirt punk machine, love is green, runs on gasoline Draw inspiration from your pocket Like love sealed in a heart-shaped locked Like pain stayed at your local motel six Like flowers I stomped and you fixed Like a happy song for a sad girl Like acting a scene on the stage of your world Bug bite, bee flight, too wrong to be right dopamine, stuck between, a heart and a ravine shoot your shot, run the plot, only plan I've got is run free, blame me, never going to disagree on the border, no short order, all in disorder Drawing your silhouette from memory Like compliments are complimentary Like never forget the good parts Like actually all the parts and counterparts Like forgiving yourself on a Wednesday Like hair turning, slowly changing grey Are you excited or are you annoyed maybe I'm the one you
Just a kid in your playground Envious of all those around Never touching the ground Never stopping this floating Your voice ever gently coaxing Surreptitious like the moon waxing How do you do what I say Eat at my heart as I play Another round of lovers roulette Reload the memory of your silhouette Then its gone - to solo from duet I drown perpetually between your ribs Searching for a place to grip Given up to the whims of your lips Only this heaven I see is departing Nothing I can do stop you from starting Exceptions don't exist for this rule And I'll never have it.
Like two weighted anchors, secured into my shoulders with material similarly metal drilled and fastened tightly, drag on the ground behind me behind chain links of old rusted corroded outdated mangled masterfully forged steel Moving so glacially slow mold and moss growing on their ancient, heavy bodies Leaving deep, wet tracks behind me each step some measurable amount of effort more than the last An old wile e. coyote anvil defying gravity positioned perpindicluar to the ground, snugly on my chest, fit just so like a bespoke chest-piece of medevial style and countenance squeezing the breath strangling the air gripping the mediums through which I suck and grasp and twist and gripe and claw at the oxygen that it denies me Oh lastly, my feet my cold frostbitten toes my sore worn heels the souls matching both texture color and wear of any other souls associated They drag ahead of the anchors trudge below the anvil sink into the mossy undergrowth and plop out of the watery draw each
Back to the hills in the back of those woods Back to the arms I broke Or the heart - no Not quite the place it was Not Back then, when I left it for good Front of the house where you forgot Just off those steps you skipped Just past those blinds you No, you don't carry all those stones Wasn't it heavy, always - nonstop Side down You aren't proud of that either I didn't think it'd rip and tear so, no Side profile of not thinking But didn't that rebound cause such a bounce Forget what you thought you thought Unthinkable you had every door open Conspicuously strolling through Keeping your distance from home That house - no - that flaw That beating heart That furnace full of coal and fire And salt and water and Why even bother You did your part Now I do mine
fading sunlight pours through the Venetian blinds
like grapefruit juice trickling off the side of the table
from a glass, made of glass
knocked over in a mental frenzy that materialized
as a sweeping hand half an inch too low
piano music crawls out of circuits and into bones and tissue
like the slow atrophy of talent and ability
that you let fade and die and slip
over years and years, but not that many years
and now you think of terms of "what used to be"
traffic speeds by outside, periodically droning
slowly depressing and wearing down the asphalt
upon which they all drive tastefully above the speed limit
like that speed and weight that yo
It's been so long since I've written a song
Years have come and gone
I'm all worked up with the pent up
thoughts and feelings that at every turn
I could've done something differently
The branches of choices and voices
Telling me to fork right when I chose left
Nothing but unheard voices
Poking and prodding and pulling me back
Telling me that I should be on the attack
I'm all out of sorts
And I'm trying, to pack it in
And I'm all out of sorts
I'm playing, my cards to win
I'm trying to get back to the basics
Trying to break this mold
I settled in myself a way
That I can't live with myself
Back to a time that's come and gone
A time that flowed
Join the Waiting List for DeviantArt Eclipse by danlev, journal
Join the Waiting List for DeviantArt Eclipse
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Sweet Rhymes and Coarse Feelings - Original font. by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
Sweet Rhymes and Coarse Feelings - Original font.
Sweet Rhymes and Coarse Feelings
When the average person thinks of poetry, they expect sweet rhymes and coarse feelings
Rhymes structures in a way which conveys one of a universe of meanings
To not do so would be like a hammer blow from the status quo
It is simply not to do, or did you not know?
When did we allow the dictating voices of the past tell us how to convey our emotions?
A poem without rhyme would create nothing but utter commotion!
Why not tell it as it is?
Tell the world how you feel, how you love, how you feel, this is
yours or she is his?
Or does the rhyme act as a crutch?
A crutch which allows easy-to-do flows? It’s just
Water up to her eyes,
covered in white, turbulent waves.
She sinks below
and almost disappears.
The cold is deadly.
Piercing.
Deep pain surfaces.
She plummets further
until white to blue.
Blue to black.
And black to void.
Just more of the same.
These Words Aren't Pretty by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
These Words Aren't Pretty
These Words Aren't Pretty:
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty
Cigarettes and Soap in the air that clouds the daily vision
Tells a story about a girl thats trapped in the world she lives in
Say it again the lungs I'm in, It's just a Tuesday morning
Failing out and falling in to dark familiar vices
Light another dream they're drifting ever so enticing
What would you do if you fell into and there's no one there to help you
Listen to the birds outside they sing of expectations
A prisoner of this life defying spinning earth's rotation
Passing shadows reach out to her and whisper retaliation
Against a sea of self regret and weakening imagination
Look to the one who gave you none just don't look in t
I'm Josh and I'm a writer and a "musician". There's really not much more to me. I love to write, lately it's been all about poems and lyrics. For the most part, you can probably find out more about me through my poems and such. I guess I've got a story to tell about everything
Current Residence: E.L., MI Favourite genre of music: Rock/grunge/indie kinda stuff
Favourite Movies
Boondock saints, Big Lebowski, Hot Rod
Favourite TV Shows
Always Sunny In Philadelphia, The Office, Chapelle's Show
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Foo Fighters, RATM, White Stripes, The Stokes, St. Vincent, The Pixies, Tenacious D, Jack Johnson
As a fellow lyricist/musician I can say this gallery lyrically is one of the best I've seen in almost 12 years on DA. Damn fine writing bro. Loving it. Watching for sure!