Music isn't the only thing you hear through headphones

Discussion in 'SHOWCASING' started by Headphones, Feb 12, 2015.

  1. || Simple introduction ||

    Hello and welcome to this showcase.
    It is something I decided on a whim, thus it is neither grand, nor professional, but a mere little corner for poetry and music-like writing by yours truly, Headphones.
    I hope that you shall find this read enjoyable.

    ~Thank you for your time~
     
  2. || Ice ||

    Above me - a dark canvas,
    whose dark blue hues slowly descend.
    Below me - a field of stars,
    whose shine invisible shards amend.

    Around me - they all flutter,
    melting creatures of ink and paint.
    And each and every word I utter
    is locked within a bubble faint.

    Under my feet it's creeping,
    the cold nostalgia of seasons' pass.
    Yet again, it's lightly seeping.
    A sigh escapes between the glass.
    12th February year 2015 at approximately 22:27
     
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  3. .... I'M SORRY XD Yes, I'm doing other stuff...
     
  4. XD No worries. Still waiting for future replies. Funny how you'll be in ten roleplays at once and there will either be tons of replying to do or no replying at all. There is no in between.
     
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  5. || You, I and the sky ||


    Today I was watching the sky
    and it pained me to say goodbye
    to the sun that was sinking painfully.

    The stars above are sparkly.
    They shine so bright, they blind me.
    And leave me staring in awe.

    Yet I can't help but feel a bit lonely,
    since you are not here, honey.
    Gripping my hand in mid-air,
    I can pretend that you are there
    and we're watching the masquerade
    of light in the sky, it's a colourful facade.

    It's a colourful facade.

    We still haven't met each other,
    but I believe you're out there, so I'll bother
    to search to the ends of the world for you.

    In the morning the sky is light blue
    and at sunset it's fancy,
    as rays far and wide continue dancing.

    But despite these changes, it's the same old welkin,
    under which both you and I are standing,
    the only thing between us being distance.

    If you ever feel hurt, for instance,
    I know I'll feel it right away,
    since a crimson thread connects your heart to mine.

    There is no reason to feel sad,
    in fact I kind of am glad,
    because every step forwards brings us closer.
    Although for some this might sound grosser
    than what's inside New York's sewers,
    I'm not afraid to say this for us:

    We might have not met yet,
    but you are somewhere and I'll bet
    that we will laugh at how hard it was to
    move up the road as the wind blew
    in our faces for so long.

    It will know where it will belong,
    my heart, in those first seconds our eyes meet,
    it will surely skip a beat...

    Ah, I think I'm losing my patience now.
    Wash the sweat from your brow
    and look up at the sky of summer.
    It's like looking at each other,
    since both you and I
    are looking at the same old merry sky.


    Written on the 1st May 2013