Poetry? Poetry. I went on a poetry spree on Friday, so here.
*fades back into obscurity*
From the Poetry Competition:
It's almost too simple
To set it all in motion.
The push of a button,
Unfurling the tangled headphones,
Or the click of a laptop
As the DJ warms up his playlist.
It doesn't take much to be overcome,
For music is a drug
Stronger than any other.
The beat resounds with my heart,
Thrumming.
I can feel the vibrations through the floor,
And I wonder if it is only me,
Only me that is swept away by the pulsing flood.
The bass and melody,
They are my bones and muscles,
And they pull me to and fro,
Free from my conscious constraint,
Free from my overbearing mind.
There is no need to think with structure;
The music has its own rhythm to keep,
And it cares little for petty thoughts.
The voice, the melody,
I find become my own,
And it becomes raw with passion.
If there are no words to be sung
It does not matter,
For even a violin's singular song
Has a meaning.
Even my very principles
Cannot be weighted down,
For who can immerse themselves in music
And not find themselves breathing in time,
Breathing with the musician
Who poured himself into creating his song?
But paradise is always temporary.
As the tide ebbs and weakens,
I am forced back to dry land.
And I wait again for the flood.
From the Haiku Competition:
Love can't feed a man.
Howbiet, I still believe,
That it can save him.
From the FLP:
The dark days are over,
So lift your weary head.
I know,
I know that you have struggled,
Suffered as no one has.
I know that you have seen pain
That cannot be comprehended.
But I promise you this time,
That under your growing light,
The chains that bound you,
The cloth that smothered you,
Fall away.
So raise your feet one last time,
And remember that
Even in the coldest hours of the dusk,
The sun is always shining.
