Music

Remember Me, Love

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For Ryan

A cup of coffee
is nowhere near as warm as your brown eyes,
And your half smile
Is so much brighter than the stars in the sky.
I'll remember you love, until the end of time.
Roses are red, and
so were my cheeks when we were lying in bed.
The sun is glowing.
Reminds me of the time we sat in the sand,
to watch the sunset.
I'll remember you love,
until forever ends.
-chorus-
Will you remember all the times
that we'd both laugh for so long?
Will you recall all of the nights
we stayed up past 12 o'clock?
Will you remember all the words to this song?
Will you remember me, love?
When I'm around you,
you make me feel like I can fly.
And when i kiss you,
my heart beats faster than the speed of light.
I'll remember you love, for the rest of my life.
(chorus)
Will you remember all the times
that we'd both laugh for so long?
Will you recall all of the nights
we stayed up past 12 o'clock?
Will you remember all the words to this song?
Will you remember? please remember me, love.
I'll remember, I'll remember this love.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is actually the lyrics to my original song, "Remember Me, Love." I wrote it for Ryan, whose initials are "RML". It's very cheesy, but so is he. So I thought it fit well.

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I Feel ( A Song Not A Poem )

I feel the urge
to burst
into lots of flames
and my heart will crumble
and thunder would rumble ooh ooh

Verse 1:
I would always feel teardrops
landing on my bare cheeks
And I would feel sad and mad
And angry at myself ELL ELFF

Chorus:
I feel the urge
to burst
into lots of flames
and my heart will crumble
and thunder would rumble ooh ooh

Verse 2:
I'll wake up early in the morning
And my pillow would be soaked
My eyes will be blurry
And my nose will be red

I've had enough of everything
Of everyone
And all of the drama
Because I feel
Like I am nothing

And I get up and get knocked down

And you break and break
Me over and over
And I get back up
And you still break and break
Me over and over AGAINNN

Chorus:
I feel the urge
to burst
into lots of flames
and my heart will crumble
and thunder would rumble ooh ooh

ITS NOT FINISHED YET!

COPYRIGHTED ( IS MADE BY: HANNA ROBINS ) PLEASE DONT COPY, I PUT ALOT OF EFFORT INTO THIS!!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This song is about anger and reality. If you feel down or up, read this poem! Make sure to comment! Thanks!

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Boom Box

Born from a boom box
What is what happened to me
I came out of my mother’s worm, with a heart that was made of a stereo
Every time I take a breath of air, my lungs goes boom, boom, boom
Music is my soul as long as the melody plays I shall live internally
There is no blood in my body only the wires that produce my sounds
You can not pull my plug out of the wall to stop me because I have back up batteries
My voice is ancient I have not accent, my language is universal
If you do not understand what I say all you have to do is listen to my heart
You will hear my rhyme
I was born from a boom box
My name is music

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a short poem I wrote and adapted from the movie Step Up 3D with their motto of "Born from a Boom Box"

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your music

your music makes me smile
your music makes me cry
your music makes me feel
warm and happy inside.

your music makes my stomach swoop
it makes me feel alive
and safe and lovely and perfect
like i have no need to hide.

Your music is so beautiful,
when you play your music
I can feel how much you care for me.

The warm caress of your music
fills me inside
makes me feel complete.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for my very talented boyfriend.
as per usual all comments are welcomed with open arms!

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Love Dance

Love Dance

What we have
is beautiful.
It is lovely,
the way we dance.
Waltzing through
our lives,
perfect partners
for the music.

We’ve stepped on toes,
bumped shoulders,
spun the wrong way
at times.

But each time,
whether we laughed or cried,
we’ve kept the dance
alive.

And now,
our song has ended.
We must bid each other
a sad farewell.

I will miss you,
my love.
I will miss your
way of dancing,
the way you glided along,
so peaceful,
so relaxed,
and so
lovely.

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A 2nd poem about Roger Williams

When you were born, you were destined to have a future that was very bright.
You were a fantastic pianist and I've been listening to your records every night.
People have been very sad since you passed away.
I bought over twenty of your albums on Ebay.

You recorded over a hundred albums during your career.
Your music has brought joy to millions over the years.
When you died last year, your music had to cease.
You were one of the best, may you rest in peace.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to Roger Williams who passed away October 8, 2011.

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Monk And Trane Converse

Monk And Trane Converse

The reedy sounds of Coltrane’s sax,
those vibrations of discontent,
set the stage
for our journey
into the unknown.
Our hearts beat time
in anticipation,
as we stepped off into the future.
Meanwhile, Monk and Coltrane
increase their tempo,
tears streaming down as
they laughed at these notations.
Piano and Sax,
(even the drummer got a say)
what better way
to bring in a bright, new day.

~~redzone 10.17.12

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Note: This one is for 'Lady A' who asked me if I had written anything lately. Hope you enjoy the jazz, Ms A (and all who happen to read).

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Music Theory

Tear me apart.
Pull me together.
Brighten the soul.
Back light a darkness condemning.
Set me free.
Encapsulate this structure.

Travel these catacombs of mind, towing spirit behind.
You know no map yet find every crack.
Color this world with your invisible ink.
Defibrillator of God essence,
shock my dreams alive so effortlessly.

A poem. A painting. A sculpture. An experience. A soul of your own.

Culmination of creativity in infinite versions.
A flavor for every taste.
Language of angels, grace these ears tonight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An ode to my favorite art

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My Dream

Once I had a dream
that i was a famous singer
I would sing my heart out
thousands of people would
listen to me
but I was alone

Another night, I had 
another dream
that I was a famous musician
playing and playing around
the world
thousands of people would 
listen to me
but my music had no
meaning

Then, one night, I had
my final dream
that I was an unknown
poet
writing freely to my heart's 
content
no one heard me as I 
read them
now my life has purpose

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a little poem I wrote when I realized that I didnt care what other people didnt like about how I write poetry. Writing makes me happy. Right now, in my life, being happy is rare. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please leave comments and critique my work. Thanks and God Bless.