This hits

listening

hastened whispers burrow softly as virtue
gusts spiral to slip down canals
and burst through tympanics
a chord of panic sings
to wooly taps on ear drums
the inevitable ascension,
where fear resides in foley

I listen to your c*** on my ear
I can’t hear it throb under the sound of my own desperation
Depersonalization hits me in waves
I want to put you on my Spotify playlist
I want to see what you see when you spot a guy naked
That was cute, right?
Listen to my meter
Listen like ant on tongue of anteater
Listen like fan service fanning out across a theater
Fanning out flames that burn off your ears
Until you can’t hear

I’m having fun reading through everyone’s poetry. Hey guys, I’d like to join the group.

Dope

The forces around you
Specters pulling the strings
Out of your control
Forever
They killed your innocence
Decapitated your agency
I listen to escape this
The musics always there
On the same plane with them
Tangible
But in thin air
I feel pain
So i listen
Dead hopes
But i listen
All is uncertain
So listen
Whims of the universe gust
In between the noise
Rest notes
That i command
The music is the only thing
Listening
To my demand

How quickly unheard voices turn into violence begetting violence
Cyclical trauma propagating a revenge culture
An eye for an eye will leave the whole world blind, and an ear for an ear will leave the whole world deaf
No wonder no one is listening;
may the one-eyed man forever be King

That king line crazy, I like that a lot.

The one-eye man

Preciate u famo

My heels glance the sidewalk
as I strut
in lockstep with the five o'clock crowd.
Our footsteps form a philharmonic,
each sole playing a different sound.
To this performance I listen,
looking for my own voice in the chorus

I like listening to the sounds that my footsteps make in different shoes on different surfaces, so that was the inspiration for this poem

Y’all so talented man I’m so discouraged to pick up a pen

Have you ever listened to gait? That's super interesting, feel like you can tell a lot about someone's personality based on there gait.

I was listening to this video about Carl jung and the theory of the superior self and it said inferiority feelings are usually triggered when they’re based on some measurable criteria in comparison to other people

How would you listen to gait? That's like posture right? I do notice that tho and I agree w u

Listening

Enteral silence festers from a breaching wound that floods the yearning to heal

Mantras bluster cracks on the wall where my hearts resides
Seance through algorithms dancing with the devil couldn’t be more synchronized

even when the record stops thin lines materialize a singular bridge for juxtaposed deaf and blind

Skeined numbness abrasively reflect on our misplaced swan song

Deprived echos adding volumes to vacancy attenuate waning in harmony as the canal is pierced by a broken tirade can easily transcribe for muffled spirits though cries for help are rendered monotonous

Like some people are more commanding and kinda stomp walk.

There is the tea place I go to with wood floors that are kinda hollow underneath so you can really hear people walking around.

You can hear a new hire being less poised, you can hear someone who is pressed on time walk more aggressively, you can hear someone walk with a calmness that is consistent, or a scattered anxiety.

It's real interesting. From the second the door opens the play starts.

I am attracted to a certain gait, delicate yet commanding.

I have yet to discern how problematic it is to be attracted to a gait. But here I am

This thread is the best thing to happen to this site

Trust in those shackles that keep me whole
pace just ain’t a concern when it’s only time impeding my growth

Listening. (Rushed)

She hears me
But she never listens
My pleas fall on deaf ears
The seasons change
She never does.
She’s always summer
When I prefer winter
I compromise for fall
the nights only get hotter
She remains summer
I weep for colder days
Her humidity I can’t sustain

She hears me
But she never listens
I beg for snow
She gives me thunderstorms
She gives me clouds
But not the ones I asked for

Summer & Winter can never be
A truth we can both agree
I tell her there’s a season
Where we can both find peace
So she finds her Spring
But not before Winter ended
In the end she finally listened

French fries
French fries
French fries

Niggas can’t ketchup
So they

Sal

T

I listen to ten thousand bees on swole flesh
I listen to piss, gently hitting snow
I listen to things that remind me I’m human
I listen to my own voice as I try to be cool
I listen to poems
I listened to that
I listed it meta
I’m listless and dead
That’s a whole lot of words to form a sound
I’ve been trying to listen really f***ing hard
I should have listened when you were saying my name
With desperation in your voice
I listened
But I blocked out what I heard
I never loved you
And I’m sorry your voice filled me with dread
Are you listening now?