Bad Quality and Low Reception

I've just been doing a lot of thinking. I was listening to classical music for inspiration, and Dramamine by Modest Mouse.

Why does my heart slow to the rhythm your fingers play

As they caress the black and white?

Why do I long so much to hear you say

Meaningless words to me each night?

Can you give me an answer?

Or is it too much to ask for?

Can we exist in the same world?

I can't listen anymore

The last sounds stumble out

But my lips do not cease to move

Is this what we are really about?

Forgive me if my words aren't so smooth

She lies awake in bed getting high off noise

But why does she?

To drown out the voices of the girls and the boys

She is me but

Who are we?

Why can't I ever once hear a song

Without thinking of you and singing along?

Can I breathe in my air 

Without remembering

The scent of your hair

That's no longer there?

You are why I cry when I sing

But lately I'm to deep to care

Too deep in what? And where?

In black white and gray

It's just where I'll stay

The only answer I have to say

Is from you, silence is my only escape

Reviews

[Caitlin Lea]

I quite enjoy this poem. This is a perfect glimpse into the mind of a musing romantic artist. I love the rhyme, actually, and, honestly, at first, I thought I was going to be annoyed by it, since it seems very consistent. But it is a whimsical sort of rhyme actually, and really tickles my ears. This poem really makes me think. Even better, this poem TRULY makes me feel. I find myself really echoing the emotions that are in here; "Can we exist in the same world?/ I can't listen anymore" and "Why can't I ever once hear a song/ Without thinking of you and singing along?/ Can I breathe in my air / Without remembering/ The scent of your hair/ That's no longer there?" LOVE these lines!!

[highthought]

silence !!!! u call what u said in ur poem silence..u have cut his heart and mine apart

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The last sounds stumble out and I cannot listen anymore.......but my lips will not stop moving. Why can't I ever once hear a song without wondering about us or thinking about you and find myself singing along. You are why I cry when I sing and I am in way too deep to care.............lovely silence is my only answer and escape. Wonderful piece! 100/100

[Chris]

sometimes less fills the mind even more fully... let the listener draw themselves INTO your thoughts... and obvious is not always repeatable. I followed your flow...and understood every pause and bite and even a space for unshed tears... and empty angry hands.

You have a 'way'... "bring it!"

Chris

[Aleyah]

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