WORDS&MUSINGS
A Glimpse Into Our Minds
Poetry is all around us all the time. Here we will share some of our favorite poems. Our own, some we stumble across, and yours. If you would like to submit your own poetry, please feel free to send us an email with your work, the title, and whether you want it to be anonymous or not.
MUSIC AS MEDICINE - S.B
“put a record on,” she said
because the silence takes her back to a time when nights alone in her room weren’t so easy
the silence reminds her of the words she left unsaid when she should have spoken up
she should have asked for help
but the music makes her feel alive
a vinyl spinning and filling the world with warmth and light, a sun of its own
the sun that her solar system revolves around
where mercury is lyrics she can feel in her soul,
venus is a love song she hopes she’ll be able to really understand someday
earth is a spring formal and mars is a hot summer night and jupiter is the guitar riff she can’t get out of her head from that song from the 80s her mom used to love
and saturn is a dance party in the kitchen in the middle of the night
uranus is a slow dance with her lover on a winter evening and neptune is her favourite playlist at three in the morning
and she doesn’t need xanax because music is what brings her aching soul into the light
One Day
- R.J (@_bohemian_ray_of_sunshine
We miss you", said They.
I wanted to say, I missed them back-
who adored me like nobody else.
How shall I tell 'em?
I'm too scared to write back;
I feel not enough
to equate it with my efforts to express.
I don't know if I try my best;
now, I'm void of sparks
which pushed me earlier
to get high with passion.
How to make sense?
Afraid to be questioned the same.
What makes good poetry?
Rhymes? Imageries? Metaphors?
or a Poet's Tenderness?
I played their strings carelessly
for when it became
about the 'perfect' art?
One day I hesitatingly disclosed,
want to write like Emily and William.
They kissed me and sang,
"Better recite your own version,
literature accepts everyone,
every melody, every ballad,
but no copy cats."
What if I get lost, not embraced
and forgotten
amidst the pages of history?
"One day, you will."
They never elaborated 'one day'
so patiently I stood.
Meanwhile letting myself scribble
in an illusion to never stumble,
someday, on that-
'one day'.
Am I Supposed To Miss You? - M.S
I don’t miss you anymore
And it’s not because I don’t want to
It’s just that, I don’t think I’m supposed to anymore
Truthfully, I don’t know if I ever really even missed you
Maybe it was just the idea of you
I tried to make you a lover or a comfort character when you were only ever meant to be my friend
But I suppose that we lost that too, didn’t we?
I don’t miss you anymore, and i am no longer lonely
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I miss the ocean
And the smile of the stranger that I never said hello to on the sand
I miss feeling like I was flying
And laying under the sun to get a tan
I miss the fact that I was happier than I have ever been
And I think it made me understand
Why the girl in every song is seventeen
For when you think the world revolves around you,
Life really is a dream.
Untitled - M.S
I guess I'll paint with my words
til my words run out
hang them high in a gallery
like they're a work of art
shades of blue and crimson hues
weave like wildflowers into a crown
gilded in gold
may they be bold
and last like stone
Untitled - B.C.
Untitled
- O.M.
So I mark the scars you
left on me
hoping one day you'll
kiss them all away
& I wait for you
that's all I know how to do
wishing we could go back to the start
wanting to take back my heart
our love didn't break it
but that doesn't mean
it didn't try
Beauty In The Madness - M.S.
The thunder, the rain
I always found it comforting
But maybe I’m the one who’s insane
I quite like the idea of it, you know-
Falling asleep to chaos
The thunder rolls out
So I must keep on
For nothing is as beautiful as madness