Poems from Salem53
Blurred faces rush.
Doors swing to let in cold
during Winter concerts.
The smell of this wooden pencil
and the familiar, professional...
I don’t want a normal life.
I don’t want employers,
second-rate jobs or good paying jobs,
pain-in-the-butt-days nor perfectly planned days...
Taylor Swift is an ignoramuswith a little hair, she got famouslearned three chords, became swankerthen she dated six trendy wankers.
Notes are harsh and scores, unfeeling.
They suggest that music's only
noise, or simply ink on paper.
But it's more than beats and...
I have somethng. What don't I have? Nothing.
I don't have nothing. I wish I did. I like nothing.
But not emptiness. Emptiness in lonely.
I...