Miraquill
Simulation
Do you remember
Analog?
Like yellow Sun
And blue skies
Those days are gone.
Do you remember
Vinyl skipping?
Needle dropping
Love sharing?
No likes
Phantom figments
Of manufactured adoration.
Do you remember
Soft touches?
Like fire's spark inside
Combusted.
And there were 2
Not many
1+1=2 is now insanity.
I'm a throwback
Vintage queen
Wrinkled rockstar
Pretending to be seen
I come and go
When I want
I'm not connected
To your lightning cords
My birth is a legend
No test tube
No clone
No DNA collected
No vaccinated sickness
Represented.
And do you remember
Analog?
Like yellow Sun and blue sky
Those things were meant
To die
I mourn their loss
And mine
Look up
This is
Not My Childhood Sky
It's something
Streamed in from the SIM
I'm out of lives ready to die
I'm ready
Put the needle down
And it skips, skips
And starts again
Do you remember
Analog?
©mmbftd
#vinyl
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mmbftd
121w
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terror
140w
What a wonderful time to be born
What a wonderful time to be born
In smell of new books and guitar strings,
But with every breath now, I mourn
The loss of the 90s springs.
Long walks, poets are dreaming,
The kids are falling-mouth full of candies,
Playing the vinyl, listen to Prince singing,
Oh, how I wish I was born in the 80s.
The sun is glowing bright on my skin,
The child is wearing a band shirt that he tore,
It shows how much he loves Zeppelin
And the 70s are here once more.
Oh, what a wonderful time to be born,
When love is all and everything you need,
When there’s only roses, no thorn,
When there’s no room for shaming or greed.
©terror5 1 1
ericwinnert
170w
What is music?
Music is the stylus slowly coming to rest
In the groove of a platter of vinyl.
Music is the click as the needle
Locks into the run-in of a disc of plastic.
Music is the rumbling sound of the dead wax
Impregnating the air with expectancy.
Music is the tension of waiting
For the violent shaking of the ambient atmosphere.
Music is the sound of the electric before the thunder.
©ericwinnert12 1
broslav
171w
Read More#elfchenpromise_wordwt #writerstolli #elfchenstyle #music #firstlove #oldfriends #janisjoplin #ledzeppelin #cohen #sublime #bobdylan #vinyl #readwriteunite #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #womenwhowrite #womenofmirakee #pod #originalphotography #originalpoetry #lunabroeslav @writerstolli @writersnetwork @writedilse
#Promise
Music
Flowing free
Most trusted friend
Keeping every promise to
Me
©lunabroeslav23 2 2
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writerstolli
@lunabroeslav
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mmbftd
197w
Sounds
Today I'm gonna open my mouth
Let those sounds come out
Carry my soul
Till it floats over and away from you
And all the smothering
You put me through
I'm gonna open my mouth
Let the harmonies fly out
Please let the music
Carry me off
To those places I belong in
Where I'm free and
I don't belong to anyone
But the sounds
Of acoustic strumming
In sunshine
Filtered by forest trees
Scattered sunlight
Reflected on the surface of the streams
Take me there
Let me open up
Remind me what I came from
Music carry me until
I can no longer sing
Loud into echoes
That bring that healing sound
Right back to me
Let me open my mouth
Let the sounds come out
Face in the speakers
Everyone can see me now
And I'm no longer shy
I don't have to hide
As I carry them off
Into this escaping vibe
Please
Let me sing today
Before I'm too late
And my bones
No longer let me play
Strum this guitar
As the old wood creaks
God only knows
It carries my memories
And the words I weave
Make the blanket I hide in
Woven from pain and that perfect musician
Born of it
Die with it
Resurrected by time
As it keeps on playing
For others to find
Let them
Open their mouths
Let the sounds come out
Music carries them
Like it carried me
Through the now and the then
For all time to see
And listen close
Pay attention now
To the message that
Had no choice but to come out
We are all the same
We've all got ghosts to slay
Let the music come out let it guide the way
Now children
Open your mouths
Let the sounds come out
Be heard
Make a noise
Let your sounds come out.
©mmbftd7 0
royualbullshit
213w
Grunge
No moon No attraction.
©royualbullshit9 1
Vinyl@Rockers International
8 0
beautiful_deathx
227w
and
i'm an old school vinyl
that's rocking to your blues
singing to your heartbeat
lost in your hues.
©beautiful_deathx9 0 1
scolopendra
251w
Timeless
They were vinyl souls
Lost in a digital world
On a mission to bring back
Old-school vibes
Scolopendra3 0
kevinosullivan
256w
Revolutionary shift
Outdated they shimmer with reflecting rasta light. Historically gone with the 8-tracks and casettes. Oh do they shine discarded on the pavement, these compact discs. Sure, your vinyl wheighs a ton but will we cherish these? Scratched plastic souls discarded of purpose. Each musician who struggled to get distributed on such a mass produced level, each owners life a listening. The soundtrack of life spins evolution regardless of system. These were the best of bands, these were the worst of times. Hear then gone, but electronically the music files are eternal.
©some_call_me_mayhem
