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A forgotten song.
the melody hangs over me
forgotten notes, once I knew you
woeful and sweet
you were strange and beautiful
escaping my thought
as you dance in my head
I can’t quite remember
your name, beginning, or end
A specter to search for
a ghostly tune
pieces of your presence
still lie in my room
here I will wait
till that song is relived
perhaps in my dreams
I’ll hear you again
forgotten notes, once I knew you
woeful and sweet
you were strange and beautiful
escaping my thought
as you dance in my head
I can’t quite remember
your name, beginning, or end
A specter to search for
a ghostly tune
pieces of your presence
still lie in my room
here I will wait
till that song is relived
perhaps in my dreams
I’ll hear you again
Published 1st Sep 2020
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1st Sep 2020 1:05am
Anonymous
1st Sep 2020 1:25am
You remind of Paul Stanley.. great lyrics.. love this,..
Dave
Dave
15th Oct 2022 4:40am
Beautiful and bittersweet poem. Loved the nostalgic feeling throughout. Well done!
Mundus
Mundus
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- Edited 29th May 2023 7:45am
12th Feb 2023 6:08pm
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I love this. It's sung in a beautifully somber tone laced with intuitive prose which projects an eerie almost. dying vibration vibration of regret..anxiety and raw anger. It is tinged with a morose yet fleeting optimism and hope. You painted a picture of how things felt..
I applaud that.
I think you could work on using the large retainer of deep and meaningful arrangements of vowels and consonants that you obviously have the mind for.
there is music to this. there I see that the melody is there- the song is incomplete--there's no chorus.
I have to implore. If misery or joy creates art; if existentialism by definition is the lived perception of experience; Why have you stopped producing work this dreary and effervesced when there is a deep well of lived misery and incredible achievement to draw fresh sustenance from?
There is structure that is imbued naturally into life the same way any anecdotal or parable is fashioned from.
Cleary with modern perspective you have more insightful truth to speak than these tired reliquaries of a lost age who are touted as "the greats". I believe you have more to say than can be curtailed into poetry.
Foresight..Insight..Hindsight.
I applaud that.
I think you could work on using the large retainer of deep and meaningful arrangements of vowels and consonants that you obviously have the mind for.
there is music to this. there I see that the melody is there- the song is incomplete--there's no chorus.
I have to implore. If misery or joy creates art; if existentialism by definition is the lived perception of experience; Why have you stopped producing work this dreary and effervesced when there is a deep well of lived misery and incredible achievement to draw fresh sustenance from?
There is structure that is imbued naturally into life the same way any anecdotal or parable is fashioned from.
Cleary with modern perspective you have more insightful truth to speak than these tired reliquaries of a lost age who are touted as "the greats". I believe you have more to say than can be curtailed into poetry.
Foresight..Insight..Hindsight.
28th Jul 2024 00:11am
Where are you?
Stop thinking of yourself.
It’s been all about you…
WE SPOKE!
What I know of this story.
Now doc does.
Now the red and white fellows do.
Now my very left wing socialist out west do.
My anon is on it.
You’re
Safe.
Give
Me
Closure
.im falling to pieces as i come back to sanity.
Why.
Did you not just talk to me?
This dude… would have been dealt with.
Right…
Away.
I never would judge you.
I promised you unconditional love
In the middle of the worst behavior you are capable of.
I have always been here
I have carried us… for ever.
I am alone…
Going to war.
11x as a mos.
SOF:
How we change.
If I don’t.
I will lose it
Stop thinking of yourself.
It’s been all about you…
WE SPOKE!
What I know of this story.
Now doc does.
Now the red and white fellows do.
Now my very left wing socialist out west do.
My anon is on it.
You’re
Safe.
Give
Me
Closure
.im falling to pieces as i come back to sanity.
Why.
Did you not just talk to me?
This dude… would have been dealt with.
Right…
Away.
I never would judge you.
I promised you unconditional love
In the middle of the worst behavior you are capable of.
I have always been here
I have carried us… for ever.
I am alone…
Going to war.
11x as a mos.
SOF:
How we change.
If I don’t.
I will lose it
