Melissa, 23, she/her, Canadian, poetry and a little bit of everything all of the time
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midnight doodles
Bass strings
Years pass like trees out a car window. My hands on the steering wheel, your music in my head. The road trip music, the chill rock where the guitar is the lead and the singer takes second. Somehow you find your way into the bass players strings. Low and aggressive, relaxed and gentle. You’re with me as I drive through the mountains
A Day in the Park
We sing the song of a much simpler life
The one we wish to take back
But the line to that is slashed by a knife
Yet hopeless, we try to attack
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To retrieve all the chances not taken
To relive memories that cannot be bought
Of made-up play houses and sizzling bacon
Of lessons learned and some that were not
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We have grown and matured with little restriction
Forgetting to hold most things that are dear
We chase after big dreams and goals with conviction
Neglecting our friends, family and home with fear
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So take time to respect the good old days
When you yearn to spend time in your childish ways
Chasing the Sun
Chasing the Sun
Following its tail
Moving towards the firey sky
It’s all I can every do
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Dark and red
Loud and soft colours
Float above the ombred horizon
It’s so far away
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I’m so high
Up in the clouds where borders don’t exist in dotted lines
No man can say this is my land and this where I stay
Put down the weapons
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Trees and roads and city
They don’t have names up here
The cloud casting shadows don’t discriminate
When everyone thinks they have control
They have none
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Pin pricks like on a dream board is my home
They stand out in lines and strips and blocks
Underneath the airplane wing
My family and my cat and my friends
Sleep
Underneath the airplane wing
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Grids and lines are houses
Lit up with the bright joy of a welcome home
I’ve forgotten about the sinking feeling in my stomach
I can’t remember when my ears weren’t popped
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Stars anchored to the ground
Thin out into the blackness of land
Leaving the dense city behind
Underneath the plane wing
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Turning and tilting
Sinking and swooping
It was the wrong place
Too small to make a safe landing
To far to house my bed
To high to reach down and touch the glimmering city lights
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I don’t live in the city
I breathe the city
I take it in when the sky glows orange
When the free stars
Dance
Far and away
Stealing the warmth from each other
To stay alive another day
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Into the clouds
I’m enveloped
Inside the whipped cream sky
Nothing but a hazy grey ocean
The blinking plane light
Reflects off the fluff surrounding it
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There’s my city
I can see the invisible dots of my parents
Waiting for me inside the airport
My little sister
Bouncing on the balls of her feet
Jittering and shaking with excitement
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I can barely see the fading green property lines
Small winding roads
A house with sleeping and unsleeping people
But I am still awake
I made this at 4 AM last night. This is what happens when I don’t get sleep! XD
Jazz is Like Glass and Yarn
Cutting quick and deep
Sharp melodies
Sassy tones
At times smoother than cream
In a rich cup of coffee
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Notes, unseen
Cascade down the blank page
Of a musicians mind
Spilling out clear and sweet
Softer than snow blanketing a bungalow
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Chords, a medium to be measured with infinity
Spinning eigth notes like cotton on a spindle
Pricking your eardrums with phat, coordinated rhythms
Low and as thick as molasses
Higher than the moon
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Fuzzy, soft and neat brushes lightly caresss the snare
Chunk, Chunk, Chunk the constant thrum of the guitar
Propelling the group as the bulky anchor, the bass
Crystal tones, loud and bossy, the trumpet commands
The saxophone pleads mournfully to be heard, like a lost colour in an intarsia pattern
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