mutemute10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are beautiful.
Your words equate to glass bottles
collapsing on the dance floor.
Those black and white beats
against my coloured-in face
never once made contact
and my focus heaved its way to you.
The room was packed full of noise and dysfunctional shadow,
and only me and you welcomed the vacant air in,
I savoured pure Sambuca lips,
iced over and leaving me with a ghostly perception.
You coiled between my hands,
my waiting eyes were on look out
for your vanishing act.
It was bound to come soon because
you love the clunk of my body
as it clashes on the ground,
Light thrashed against faceless bodies
as they moved close against this song,
hands and arms reached deep inside the verse
and pulled the life back out.
Music is made from love, you see,
trapped in dead sound
and fastened tight in words.
Yes, music is made from love,
each note slams hard
against your heart
when love topples over, when love goes away.
I didn't notice this until I met you
and you dared to ask
DisguisedAgenda v2.0Stare into the hateDisguisedAgenda v2.010 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that drowns out your cries.
crumble before you.
as your foundation falls
taking you under,
holding your breath for you,
and not letting go.
Tension mounts the silenced climax
and blood shot eyes scream their own song -
blood shot eyes that no one can see.
Happiness is something we create...