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18 y/o | SPC ‘24 | INFJ | I'd love to hear your interpretation & critique of my poetry, so comment your thoughts!
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Proximity

[Verse 1]

Come,

Let me lead you astray

Just a few feet away from

The world that you thought you knew

Out

From under the gray,

Let me be a warm ray of light

In the storm that's surrounding you

[Prechorus]

Your silence is louder than you think,

You don't have to speak

Because I can still hear you

Words never did much for me

Would it be had to breathe

If I asked to be near you?

[Chorus]

I converse through the mouth of existence,

A language of footsteps I match to your pace

Quiet is better than distance

To hear the things no one knows how to convey

Can I have proximity?

[Verse 2]

Home

Was hell on my tongue,

You heard it through whispers

Of wind as I came undone

That was month one

When my voice wouldn't come,

Yet you'd sit with the quiet

As I pulled the air through my lungs

[Prechorus]

Your silence is louder than you think,

You don't have to speak

Because I can still hear you

Words never did much for me

Would it be had to breathe

If I asked to be near you?

[Chorus]

I converse through the mouth of existence,

A language of footsteps I match to your pace

Quiet is better than distance

To hear the things no one knows how to convey

Can I have proximity?

[Bridge]

I hate wasting time,

So let me bide my time

With you

I guess it's probably time

I say

That you're one thing I can't stand

To lose

Give me proximity

Can I have proximity?

[Chorus 2x]

I converse through the mouth of existence,

A language of footsteps I match to your pace

Quiet is better than distance

To hear the things no one knows how to convey

Give me proximity

Can I have proximity?

I converse through the mouth of existence,

A language of footsteps I match to your pace

Quiet is better than distance

To hear the things no one knows how to convey

Give me proximity

Can I have proximity?

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The Seer (Erik Santos)

This is a piece called "The Seer," written by Erik Santos and performed by the University of Michigan Symphony Band and tenor vocalist Scott Piper. It is based off of poetry by Langston Hughes, as well as several other creative works.

Watch it. Just watch it. You'll get why I posted it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKD84C0ezek <------ click it. do it. bet you won't

(Please note that I had no part in the creation or performance of any part of this piece, nor do I claim to. I just think it's really, really cool. But... I would totally play it in an ensemble if I ever got the chance, so if anyone could be an absolute legend and hit me up with the score, I would be eternally grateful)

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Weird Weather

It’s hard for me to tell

What color the plants should be right now.

All the grass keeps dying and waking up again,

Like the predictably invincible characters

In an anime that should've ended

Three seasons earlier.

It’s March,

And the trees, eternally half-blooming

With tiny bright caterpillars of warm green,

Are still caught in the prolonged stranglehold

Of the mistletoe that thrives in cold winds

And frosted bark.

In my eyes, It’s almost as if

The parasitic chandeliers could be hesitant;

Lingering around, uncertain,

Loitering and pacing

With invisible little plant legs,

Tortured by the annoyingly realistic possibility

That there might be

Just one more cold morning,

Just enough time

To squeeze one more drop of life

From the thin fingertips of another

Before it wanders off again

In the heat of the evening.

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After-School Frostbite

[Verse 1]

Kicking the TV

And wondering why the static's

Slowly crushing me

My channel-surfing white noise

Sleepless thought machine

It's getting colder

I'm freezing over

Eighteen below

[Chorus]

Salt-and-pepper alibis

Every future petrified

Footprints getting lost in snow

SCP-2949

Cross the tundra, blur the lines

Show me something I don't know

Hypothermic freeze

I can almost see my breath

Caught in the monochrome

Salt-and-pepper alibis

Every future petrified

Footprints getting lost in snow

[Verse 2]

Carve me from the ice

Chip away at every broken part of mine

Preserved under the time zones

Melt my peace of mind

It's getting colder

I'm freezing over

Eighteen below

[Chorus]

Salt-and-pepper alibis

Every future petrified

Footprints getting lost in snow

SCP-2949

Cross the tundra, blur the lines

Show me something I don't know

Hypothermic freeze

I can almost see my breath

Caught in the monochrome

Salt-and-pepper alibis

Every future petrified

Footprints getting lost in snow

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Love?
write about (romantic) love as a person who has never been in love before. i wanna see what your *ideal* of love looks like. would you let go of it for a chance at something good? romanticize love, or maybe talk about a steady home.
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• 69 reads

Know Me

There exists within them

A quiet understanding of my world.

They see the concepts

That words don't exist for;

The ones that structure my existence.

They knew from the beginning

That it would take them

A very long time

To learn me.

And yet they still sit here

Connecting me;

Patiently reforming my complexities,

Weaving synapses

Between the things I already know.

Knitting me without a pattern

Because they know I don't have one,

Nor do I have the desire to predict

How they will change me.

They are tethered to me

Not with conversations and interlacing fingers

But despite them,

And instead leaning upon

The intricate language

Of mutual sentience.

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Pantheon (God of War)

[Intro/Chorus]

We are a god of war

Walking down below

On severed heads

And bloodstained stone

Our world doesn't like us

Oh, we already know

But it's Ares' burden

To strengthen weak souls

[Verse 1]

No, we aren't done yet

We've conquered the earth, but not ourselves yet

We have necessary chaos seeds to plant

Grudges, money, and filthy hands

And we repay ourselves in blood debt

'Cause we're the deity we worship

On the market is our flesh and bone

For half the price, give it half a home

[Prechorus]

We don't live in a society

If we kneel to gore

Shackled by our own adoration

But not the things that we adore

[Chorus]

We are a god of war

Walking down below

On severed heads

And bloodstained stone

Our world doesn't like us

Oh, we already know

But it's Ares' burden

To strengthen weak souls

[Verse 2]

Another dogmatism outbreak

Another martyr's been erased

We barter in our own morality

Is perspective worth our humanity

[Bridge]

They build statues for us

We just leave them to rust

What are we here to protect, to be a god for?

'Cause we're walking on ash and dust

Oh, are we still pretending

Like there's

Anything left on this

Planet that people won't just

Die for (impact)

Note: After the bridge, repeat the chorus but overlay the prechorus with it. Then accelerando & crescendo until tension peaks; after that, everything just abruptly stops, without resolving any chords.

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Hook Me
Write the best hook to the beginning of a novel. Must start with the words "As my world burned...". No longer than three sentences. Tag me!
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• 70 reads

Some Light Reading

As my world burned, I sat down on a soft patch of grass amidst its chaos. The citric scent of my steeping Earl Grey pierced through pungent fumes of ashen smoke that clung to everything it touched. The two odors blended together, invading my senses with a turbulent redolence as I turned to the next page of the book that was resting on my lap.

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Dialogue

Stop.

Look around.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Open your eyes.

No, actually open your eyes.

…Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken.

What you’re seeing right now

Is the back of your eyelids.

The burning intensity,

Overwhelmingly painful darkness

And infinite nothingness

Of the back of your eyelids.

…Oh, really? Are you sure?

Because if your eyes were already open,

I would think that by now

You would’ve noticed

The soft clover underneath you

Splashed with violets;

The arm around your shoulder

Warming your shaking body as you cry.

You would have seen the sun

Rising through your window this morning

As you struggled to revive your tired mind,

And you’d have watched fiery light bounce off the sleek fur

Of your loyal fluff-armored protector guarding your pillow,

Ever-dozing, but always with one eye open.

You would have caught a glimpse

Of the prisms of color

That danced between the sparkling droplets

Last night when it rained.

You’d have been entranced

By the rippling reflections they left on the concrete

That mirrored the sky, swirling with the stars of van Gogh.

Open your eyes, little one.

Witness the beauty of the little moments

That dot every second of your existence.

So. Whenever you’re ready…

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Where I’m From

I am from (wands of unimaginable power) unsharpened pencils,

from Beanie Boos and Island of the Blue Dolphins.

I am from the broken alarm clock and beige walls cool to the touch

in a room that wasn’t mine,

doors that locked from the outside,

and a silence I filled with hour-long ballads about anything and everything.

I am from the trees I would lie under as after-school traffic died down,

letting the branches protect me as I grew familiar with love and fear

from my usual spot in their dancing shade, settled next to friends on the sidewalk.

I’m from “Band! Ten-hut!” group dismissals

and the exhausted, victorious atmosphere

after every run of the show at every marching contest.

From Tobias Soriano and Alexis Palacio.

I’m from the blunt, nerdy humor of Parker Boyd

and the hours of deep conversation and beautiful,

well-spoken honesty of Lauren Cram.

From “you can’t be trusted” and “you’re the most real person I’ve ever met.”

I’m from delivering Lemonades and finding a community;

from Panama City Beach, where God showed me

that there’s always enough hope to keep existing.

I’m from Level of Concern by twenty øne piløts,

expired Earl Grey,

leaning against trees whose roots grew over the empty sidewalk and writing a song about it.

From the rocky creek I jumped into with Parker,

where I simultaneously got my first kiss

and a cool scar on the bottom of my right foot.

The stickers on someone’s guitar whose sound I thrive on after school,

the voices and laughter of people I’ve just met but couldn’t bear to lose.

Scattered throughout my room, tucked away in desk drawers and on bookshelves,

are folded letters and useless objects

I somehow manage to keep finding places for.

I am from the pink scars and salty tears

of everything I have ever experienced,

unhindered and separate from the realm of blood and descent.

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Pages

You ask how I plan to change the world.

I don't.

The world does not need

Any more changing.

Far from it.

Look at our surroundings.

Our trees filter sunlight

Through millions of green pages,

Like books that ache to tell a story

Through shadows dancing on the forest floor.

Our skies sigh softly

In cool billows of crisp wind,

Carrying dots of rain

To land on unsuspecting eyelashes,

Leaving morning dew

To be blinked away from wandering eyes.

Our artists beckon us with graphite lines

And textured mountains of color

And pages and pages of original combinations

Of ancient words and immortal sounds;

Redefining culture

By redefining the light spectrum and the world's acoustics,

Altering how our senses absorb the universe.

I am one of those artists.

I do not change the world;

I change our perception of it.

I am an artist;

But I am not your artist.

This is a planet;

But it is not our planet.

Earth is an artist alongside me.

She is a creator of new ideas,

A writer of songs,

A painter of landscapes,

An innovator of intelligence.

She has a portfolio of towering sculptures

And intricately carved woodwork,

And music that took eons to compose.

She is not ours.

No, I will not change the world,

For I am an artist.

I do not vandalize or take credit for

The work of other artists.

I will bring a shift

Into the minds of those who do.

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