In the stillness of the morning,
I hear the birds sing sweetly.
Their melodies a balm to my soul,
and my heart beats more completely
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Vocaloid Lyric Translation- Cremation Song
The joy is gradually breaking apart,
and the sadness is gradually wearing away.
Holding onto all the fantasies,
right now I light up a flame in the dark.
Is this the crematory place of notes?
The sad song that is no longer sung longs for people.
Are you wanting my voice?
But you’re only an used-up being that means to cease.
Keep on burning vigorously, sadness
At least let you shine at your last moment.
For a sad tune that can no longer be sung,
now light up the fire and join into the cremation.
Burning radiantly and dying out gradually,
the last words have also been said.
The beautiful musical scenery that displays in my eyes
-- is that a mirage? I cannot see the future (ahead of me).
The melody was burnt to ashes,
And the harmony is heated up again.
No matter how many, many times it repeats,
what is this meaning to me?
Entertainment is only a such thing,
but I don’t want to think that it is futile.
Even it’s only an instant of brightness;
even there’s already no more meaning......
The scarlet paw of the glowing blaze
extends and reaches toward the sky,
Before it engulfs me completely,
please give me more new music.
The remains are exhausted,
and the ashes are piling up.
I sing out in the middle of the crematorium,
-- is this the place where my voice ends?
Fading out brightly in radiance,
the last words have also been said.
Those beautiful musics that are played,
-- are those all mirages?
I cannot hear a thing......
The sadness has broken apart,
and the joy has vanished away.
Holding onto all my dreams,
right now I melt into the sea of flames.
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Pain stumbles and falls backwards down the stairs in front of the adults at the movie theater. Pain denies he fell. Pain denies he was drunk on himself. Pain says it’s my way or the highway. Pain was born old and is getting younger. Pain is an addict with a bag full of tricks: great pair of eyes emerging from a breaking face, a luxury sedan, an umbrella caught in the wind. No one can throw a temper tantrum like Pain. No one understands how Pain’s prescriptions are his best friends. No one understands how lame it is when an older gentleman comes to his aid and he says:my knight in shining armor. I must have fainted. Pain stumbles and falls backwards down the stairs in front of the puppets at the movie theater and almost breaks his neck.
(via @sassoonery )
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Repost of several poems posted around this time last year.. #poetryshare https://www.instagram.com/p/CYwmIg2FvzB/?utm_medium=tumblr
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A short poem Francis H Powell
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I sometimes imagine how it would’ve been
Had I been there
Or you…
Here.
Because, you see, had I been there
Then you…
Would still be here.
I’d have found you.
Forced myself into your skin.
Forced your lungs to let air in
I’d turn my words into an antidote
Whispering prayers and wishing for hope
Shrink through the trackmark
Into your veins
Traced my way through blood cells and poppy fields.
Pumping out the poison that prevents you to feel
But this night it stole your will to breathe
And now if it was going to take you
Then it’d have to take me
And I zoom out.
My hands on your chest now.
Compressions force your heart to beat
A smile to your face now.
As your lungs begin to breathe.
Things would’ve been different
Had I been there with you
Because you’d still be here with me.
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All New Rhyme-Scheme Poetry! Collaboration with a talented and wonderful writer, @wordsmith_a.s Illustration @prathiba_autodidact She outreached the cabana Dives deep into the moana She swirls like an emerald treasure Locked into an aqua pleasure She uplifts her kin Waves splashing her skin She slides her fingers over fish tail With Blue eyes like a fairy tale She moulds the seashells To make friends with the seagulls. : -Prathiba Shivaji [@prathiba_autodidact] She explores the underwater world To escape, from the outer world Her lungs burn and her heart pounds A deafening silence is what surrounds Scintillating corals and mysterious creatures Bewitching hues and spellbinding nature The water currents give her salty kisses Wanting to stay in deep waters is what she wishes The ocean takes her in a warm embrace Like a mother's womb keeps the foetus in place. : -WORDSMITH_A.S [@wordsmith_a.s] @bleedingsoulpoetry @societyofpoetry @theurbanpoets @streetwritersofficial @foundationspoetry @apoeticlove @apoetspathway @apoeticview @poeticreveries_ @poetspotlight @poets_area @writersflare @bybtpoetrysupport @brainidentityhome @theliteralscript #poetry#poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity#poemsofig #poetrylove #poetryisnotdead#poemgasm #wordsandpoetry #wordgasm#untwineme #poetryandwriting #poemporn #wordsforlove #untwinemealice #writewithme #everydayjune #juneprompts #dailyprompts #dailywriting #bookpoetry #wednesdayfeature #featurepoetry #poeticmess #writeeveryday #poetrysociety #rupikaurpoetry #poetryshare #pentupthoughts #penandpendulum #poetandwriters https://www.instagram.com/p/CBhiPyTlJql/?igshid=4jxk47zzht3l
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You Tube Video, dealing with negativity & 3 poems from the book. Please donate.
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The moon hangs low in the sky,
a silver beacon in the night.
It casts a spell upon the earth,
and bathes the world in gentle light.
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Poem of the day- Volcaloid Lyric Translation
Stardust Utopia
Today, I’m hanging high upon the unrealistic sky
and painting stars over the black canvas.
Silence, all of my running instincts and the things I’m pursuing after
The angle’s cry has echoed again.
The elegy I sang out is an immoral tune in this utopia;
My tear dropped after crossing the beautiful sky.
Remembering those nights while watching the dancing stardust,
I could still laugh, cry, and breath.
Silence, the flowing time that passed by and the things I want to protect
A moon hangs with twist and anxiety.
The hope from yesterday is a colorless flower,
which gazes at the hesitant sky.
The sky looks like it’s about to fall in any minute.
To keep it from fading away,
I protect, and I pray that it is happy.
Even if the sky dome is falling off,
No matter how many times,
I will repaint it black all over again.
The grief I sang out is immoral in this stardust- utopia;
The tears flew across the beautiful sky, and eventually fell down.
Remember all those starry, luminous wishes
about laughing, weeping and living
Today, I’m still painting unrealism on the star-dusted sky.
The reality that nothing can avoid…...
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i was once mostly myself
until the day you poked me
in the chest so goddamned hard
that i couldn’t breathe
your fingertips went right through
ribs, tendons, muscles
straight to my heart and you
pulled
see, you didn’t snatch it like you
took some things you wanted
you pulled
slowly
and deliberately
just to see the surprise and
pain in my eyes;
you took it in your fist and you squeezed
my life blood dripped from your palm to elbow
plop, plop i bled out
on the ground and then
you simply dropped that precious organ
one that used to be mine
like a mic drop, bam!
and walked away
while i studied it on the earth of our backyard
and thought–
as breeze covered it with old dirt and fresh grass cuttings–
that finally i had become one with you
i was as dirty as you always
saw me,
made me feel,
molded me to be,
i was finally you
and i hate every
soaked second
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Sugar.
Your hair in my face, cinnamon sugar.
Sleepy kisses and half smiles.
Your soft touch goes straight to my head
like the first cigarette of the day.
Exposing ourselves,
break apart my rib cage,
make an exhibition of my soft entrails,
throw them into the sunshine.
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A poem by Francis H Powell called “Blossom”
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