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Quiet like a Wall
Silent like a Stone
Dream like a Girl
Act like a Lady
Dance like a Sin
Fuck like a Nun
Live like a Fun
Die like a Sun
Don’t walk, Run!
Torn pages of unfinished verse. They can’t know she’s vulnerable. Thrown in the trash to join the other lost travelers. Never reaching their potential, aborted in the womb.
We will never be beat.
Keeping our lives upbeat.
My body may be physically exhasted
but we will continue as long as my heart does beat.
Insecrurities will never hide,
Music is the key to the soul
Our twisted hearts bound by these shackles
Take this key and remove your chains
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth
by limbs too weighed down by darkness.
I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air.
The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Whenever I feel depressed,
you may have guessed,
I listen to music.
The beat lifts my spirit
whenever my ears are near it,
and the lyrics I connect with,
though that could be a myth.
I've been left wordless,
As my mind is tangled witth the problem.
The letters float around,
But no words come out.
So my ipod I plug in,
And my heart will live on,
One death for the nobody's pride One death for the times we were sadOne death gotta stay alive.. .I will surviveOne death for the city streets One death for the hip hop beats One death oh I do believe
From the first beat
she fell in love
the lyrics filled a part of her empty heart
and lit up her world like the 4th of July
She never felt this feeling before
Match the beat
With your heart
Let in the rhythm
And never part
Just let yourself
Be swallowed whole
Make the music
Part of your soul
Rhythm;
A regulated beat or pattern of sound.
But that is not how I roll,
that is not who I am.
I am wild, irregular even,
and nobody can stop that.
My beat drowns out everyone elses,
You better believe you gotta misread
all the signs, they ain't faithful
All the ladies, they ain't careful
you gotta have time to get a dime
this world, this life, all the strife
Dams blowin up,
You are the music of my heart,
Each beat mistaken for a murmur,
By every tone-deaf stethoscope,
But I hear the melody.
Your tuning harmonizes with mine,
Making the very scales jealous,
Its about that time,
Where all loose strings meet their demise.
As I watch things in my mind;
I separate the truth from the lies.
Sitting here trying to find someone to to rhyme,
Sensory recall one: Chilled, I hear a whistled crescendo approaching from behind Curious melody in tune with the way the light shines through the trees over there under the first snowflakes of the year
Funny how we used to be so in loveand the sky's the limit was a frequent term...usedthen abused! My hair ripped from the rootBeaten for just an opinion... bitten for just a word spoken
With a Godly breathe
he inhales the heavy, yet
hollow whispers of the night
siphoning the miniscule remnants of assurance
loosely woven, each with its own cynical thread
Who would of thought? that with composition, lines and verses
Y’all cast these disperses to pay off my courses
Disperse em, then convert all disbursements
investing, buying, spending them all in the moment..
There's just somethin
Bout the beat of a drum,
An acoustic guitar,
The way a man strums
That touches my heart
And moves my feet,
Always making me
Feel the beat
The cowboy boots
The world has shut me out.
Told to never speak truths again.
My mind holds back my hearts true nature and shoves it in a corner of doubt.
My poor heart slowly becomes passive like a wild lion whipped into submission.
Just another quiet night
A song left on repeat
Singing softly to myself
Happily and completely
off beat.
