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I am the conductor of acoustic hell

by knees which flutter enthusiastically,

like the peach wings of a hellish moth grown large

and emphatically beyond its threshold

for flight. Whilst Earthbound, I felt my heart expand

as we made mockeries of perennials

by way of our combined humor, as a band.

It was much like old times, when we didn't care

about anything besides the motion of

whatever haphazard song we'd constructed.

All the while our pace seems to increase with

the urgency that accompanies each year.

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Into Darkness

Take your well-deserved step into darkness

ready to face the crimes

you have committed, to stand trial

for your deeds of dim proportions

None have stood so lonely

as you walk into the wire.


As you walk into the wire,

your dim lights slowly fade

away, passing you by forever,

never to return.

You brought this onto yourself.


Only you have brought this to yourself,

now you are devoid of any

scapegoats, in this valley of dying light,

this desolate plain of existence

in which you personally created to see fit.


You created this lonely plain in your image,

only you and you alone have done this

in your journey into the wire,

I’ll become your eyes, you’ll have no other.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The poem begins and ends with lines from "The Parting" by Swedish alternative rock band Katatonia. The poem itself in an imitation of "Lullaby for the Woman Who Walks into the Sea" by Patricia Fargnoli. 

 

Song link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kgqo8S65i7A

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Sorry, Could You Say That Again?

Yes, I hear you.

I'm giving you all the attention I could possibly give you,

But the problem here is simply that I can't process you.

 

Now allow me to explain.

You see, the vibration and number of sound waves in a woman's voice makes it harder for men to decipher what you're saying.

When it comes to processing a woman's voice,

We use the more complex auditory part of our brain.

This part of the brain is for processing music and poetry.

The most beautiful thing the human ear can hear!

 

When you speak, I get lost in a melody.

Your mouth is moving, that I can see,

But something just takes over me.

This melody sets my mind free.

 

And though nothing you just said adheres,

Your voice is music to my ears.

…So could you just repeat that last thing you said again?

 

- The Truth

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've been writing in class a lot lately, and I think it's really starting to show in my work. This one is about how men's brains process voices.
Let me know what you think. It's inspired by a moment when I has having my first in depth conversation with this girl I know and I was afraid she didn't think i was listening to her.

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The Voice Of Ambiance (Science and Poetry)

 

Sometimes I just sit with my headphones on,

Listening to the ambient sounds in the background of music,

The the mumbled voices that pass me by,

The creaking of the walls as the breeze rolls over,

And I can make out these sounds,

these voices,

calling out,

escaping the ambiance,

Begging to be heard.

 

And what do they say?

I hear them say what needs to be heard when I need it most.

I hear “hold onto hope,” “hang on, you've searched for so long,”

“You will find it!”

And I trust them.

They are what helped me find the line between right and wrong

But just as soon as these voices come to be, They're gone.

 

It's why I continue to listen,

song after song,

Trying to pick out these words telling me to search on.

 

Though I know It's all in my head.

It's amazing what the human mind is capable of.

We try to make voices out of every sound we hear,

Faces out of every image we see.

Every image and sound we take in is bent to be what we want it to be.

All reality... is subjective.

Based on our subconscious desires,

What we truly want!

It's beautiful.

A combination of science and poetry.

 

And just what is it that I truly want?

Just what could it be?

Well, every voice that I hear does sound like a certain somebody.

And every person I see in the distance resembles her in both face and body.

 

Maybe I'll just throw my headphones back on and get lost in the sea of ambient sound.

Let my subconscious talk to me through the background of the music until my answer is found.

Just waiting for the subtle whispers to... Wait!

There it was, this is it!

Her voice.

Now my Voice.

But what am I saying?

It's so unclear, I wish I could just dive into the sound-waves and see,

Please! Speak up, give me some clarity!

 

Then I hear it.

I hear my mind telling me what I need to hear,

and I agree.

It says “Only with you can I truly be me.”

 

- The Insomniac

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I would really like feedback on this piece in particular because it is currently my favorite one I've written so far.

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Industrial Heaven (Metal)

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Hint of key boards
In this industiral heaven
Of the banging drums of the metal
Shouting to headbang in this rave

Voice box screaming to the music
Industrial heaven showing better techno
Vibrating in my blood
Beneath my pulsing veins

Stimulating my body spiritually
For the industrial heaven to guide me away
Dance I force on heavy
Listening to the heaviness of a song

Inspired always to listen
To industrial metal
Heaven

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My Love for Industrial Music and other Metal music.

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How Hip Hop Was Born

I was a young girl when you first came my way.

Your suit made of Bass with thin strings of the Chello.

My oh my were you so fly

When you came by I said, "Hello."

It wasn't long before I was yours.

You got me so high up off the floor.

We didn't allow this love-lust to linger

Before you put a wedding ring on my finger.

We made love throughout the night

I had so many verses in my trunk that my jeans were tight.

I woke up and I couldn't get out of bed

I was stuck with your vocal chords in my head.

I went to the doc for a feeling in my tummy.

He told me to prepare to be a mummy.

I sat for 9 months till my pants got torn.

After my water broke Hip Hop was born.

He spat rhymes more brilliant than professors.

He never chased skirts instead he chased dresses.

He's better than his old man and I can't refuse it.

I birthed Hip Hop but I married music.

 

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Alienate Beloved

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Poetry

There is a silence in the world

Since we didn't said farewell;

And your beauty with an alien speech

An alien tale would tell.

 

There is silence in the world,

Which is not peace nor quiet:

Nyarlathotep; a golden heart

Ever I seek to flee therefrom,

While I belong with Thee,

And walk the ways of the riot.

 

But when I hear the music moan

In rooms of thronging laughter,

A serpent-tongued Demon drives me forth,

And silence follows after.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem for Nyarlathotep.

Music and Light

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Love

Hours of silent music playing soft between my ears

A cacophony of symphony that no one else can hear

Notation’s expiration too instant for my reprise

Lauding life’s small moments as I gaze into the skies

 

Shadow fall steals soundlessly upon a deafening world

Luminosity glowing brilliantly upon a beautiful girl

Headlights highlight tenderly our forms within the field

While we lay together, and to the night-sleep yield  

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Music

 

I lay awake tonight

I listen in to all your sad songs 

It makes me lose this fight
 
It hides all my right from wrong
 
I switch songs to feel the real
Knowing someone out there
Feels my feel
Wonder how she knows the words
She's got everything in this world
So how can she write songs of this
I can't imagine it...without her music
 
All my picks got me right on key
They know my feelings and stream my bleed
I can't forget even a little bit
I remember the hatred that lead to this shit
So I turn to you to listen in
Make the music my only friend
After all this ill be right back at it again
Looking for my top tens
From this music
 
But for now ill enjoy this show
Pick me up and make me go
Back to reality 
Hope it all just sets...me free
Give me something so I can lean
Put me back up on my two feet
And when you go get me down again
Ill head back to my best friend
And listen to your music
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Listen to your music

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