nice work neb.
is sweet rain a song? i bet it could be.
thank you for sharing <3
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Nebulance
#62
Thanks! Yes, Sweet Rain is a song; I finished and recorded it about a month ago now (?)
Thanks for the kind words, glad you like it!
Nebulance
#63
Something I wrote last night:
I Know
I know
Itās been so long
But honestly
ā nothing,
And I mean nothing ā
Has changed.
My heart still aches
And shakes
At the sound of your name
On my lips.
At the the look of your name
On my phone.
Sun-soaked scenes
Decorate my mind
Like old pictures in cherished frames
On weathered mantles
And the movie plays
In airports
In back roads
In empty bedrooms
And I lock up
And I lock
And I wonder
Did I give you all that I could have?
No ā all that I should have?
Yes ā Iāve never given everything like that before. Never like that.
I know
Iām doubling back
Repeating
Repeating
Everything.
But sometimes the heart just knows
It knows.
And this is real
And this is crazy
And this is ridiculous
And this is special
And this is
And this is it.
And if this is wrong,
I donāt ever want to be right.
So I wander
Down stairs
Across streets
To anywhere with a view of the ocean
Where I can remember
What it was like
To hold you
To kiss you.
Nebulance
#66
Another new one, from last night:
First Dance
SUNKISSED and reigning
ON COBBLESTONE heart-shaped dance floors
REVERBERATING into the night and spinning
SOMEWHERE on the horizon
THE MOON, sneaking up on stars
AND I, kissing you for the first time
INTERTWINE and whisper
SILHOUETTED in sweet a refrain
IN THE SKY where the dream is painted
I SING by the choir in my heart
YOU HARMONIZE in vibrant colors
WE SHINE beautiful and sublime
Nebulance
#67
A bunch more:
Lantern in the Night
The soft steps we take
And the moments that break
The silence
and the nerves that calm
in the palms
of our hands
When the stars tiptoe in
From some other horizon
I weave a story about the heavens,
With their light as my punctuation
Your head on my shoulder
And my lips to your forehead,
My heart burns like a lantern in the night
The stairs are crooked and cracked
But I donāt need a way back
The ivy-draped gate,
A path to our first dance
In a gentle glance
I steady the pace
When the wind rolls in with barely a sound
From some other part of town
I turn to you and whisper ā
āHere, take my coat and avoid the winterā
Your hair brushing against my cheek
And my arm around your waist,
My heart burns like a lantern in the night
Polaroids
Youāre fuzzy in the pictures
But sharp like a razor cutting me open
At the heart
Right from the start
I didnāt have a chance
Speechless and breathless
Misty-eyed on a tearful boardwalk
Hiding out at midnight
Among the garden roses
Waiting for the moment
Taking the leap, sticking the landing
Getting stuck
Without too much luck
Roaming a countryside with no name
Drawing circles on your thigh
Somewhere between a kiss
And this pounding in my chest
Up into the hills
Across drowsy towns
Drenched in color
Iāll paint you a picture,
With a letter taped to the back
Fragranced in my cologne
With the rest of the words
I couldnāt wait to say
Your Favorite Book
Iām tearing at the seams
Like your favorite broken book
That you just canāt put down
Please, donāt put me down
My pages folded over at the best parts ā
The ones you read over and over again
When the rain wonāt let up and takes out the lights
Or even when the sun is draped across trees
And the leaves are shadow puppets of a late afternoon
Iāve got notes scribbled in the margins;
Your perfect anecdote and a memory
That causes a smile to sneak across your lips
Or a pool that wells up in your eyes just enough so you see double;
The catching in your throat that lets you know,
You matter,
You wonāt fail,
Youāre beautiful,
Youāre loved.
Nebulance
#68
Another:
(Actual) Christmas
The words come tumbling out
Like a sparse sunset bleeding through tree branches
Haphazard and raw and real
Reigning across a thousand seasons
Of stubborn reasons
Crafted from vast visions
Of tomorrows never known;
A dream carried across an ocean
And a heart aching at the sound and the look of you
In the morning sun, in the twilight moon
In a sharp monsoon, filling up mountain dunes
The winterās refrain drizzles Christmas lights in coffee shops;
My far-off gaze locks onto your ghost in corner stores,
And Iām wishing for more
More of who I used to be ā
How I always wished I could be
Somewhere with you
Searching out every corner of picture-perfect postcard towns,
Hand in hand, head to shoulder;
Fairytale days embroidered in messy love
Wrapped up beneath the sheets
Of a cold Christmas night
thebalvenie
#69
all so damn good and moving neb.
thank you for sharing w/ us.
hoping you have a merry christmas!
Nebulance
#71
Nearly finished with this little project, a new one:
Train Stations
Treading carefully across tiled floors
on what feels like a waning Sunday afternoon
in the middle of the week
I carry your hand in mine in careful yet reckless way,
like Iāve got so many days more
to show you how I adore
you ā
in half-woken sunlight,
in pitch-black goodnights,
in rain-soaked trellises on deserted highways,
in thoughts lost in moments that pictures canāt explain just how perfect they are,
in everything
I could barely get the words out
before being swallowed whole
in the flood that was to come;
I pause and hold my breath ā
in the calmest tones,
I ramble off the superlatives
carefully chosen, but hastily spoken
because my lips against yours can say so much more;
one kiss goodbye wasnāt enough,
at least thatās what my hands said, pulling you back;
though neither was three.
Getting on that train and glancing back,
My heart plummets through the floor,
Drilling a hole to some other side of the world
Where I really donāt want to be;
the rain streaks across the windows
as I find a seat pointing backwards
so the movie can play back to me in reverse,
and your sweet words come pouring through;
I have already changed, and thereās no going back ā
my heart has designs on you,
and I wouldnāt have it any other way.
thebalvenie
#72
Diggin through old boxes as we move out of the old house i keep coming across some real gems: pics of my bro, letters from my bro, postcards from my broā¦etc etcā¦but i came across this poem from my good buddy in high school ā¦i loved it so much i kept itā¦wanted to share it w/ you all:
B.S. AND STRESS
Maybe people who run schools
Started out with good intentions
But I found a few problems
That I think I should mention
Nowadays schoolās all
B.S. and stress
Suspensions detentions and tests
More or less
We all walk bored
Through the halls to class
Half the kids are stoned
The other half is smashed
And some teachers use us kids
To make themselves feel worthwhile
But donāt kid yourself, man
We just stare at the rooftiles
And kickback
Way back, in the back of the class
And talk about the weekend
And cheat so we can pass
And as I sit braindead
In this monotonous misery
I just think of better days
When this will all be history
WillieCash
#73
Iāve got a few new songs I have been working on. Maybe not poetry proper, but hopefully in the ballparkā¦
Turquoise and Silver
They called you meaner than the Devil on a spree
I try to tell them folks are more than just one thing
And as it turned out you were more than kind to me
In times of need
I wish that I could tell them theyāre all wrong
That they were cold and cruel and unfair all along
But theyāre smarter than you told me. Theyād catch on
Whatās done is gone
Once you were head to toe in turquoise and silver
You drank lukewarm brown liquor and you smoked Virginia Slims
The words you drew were thirsty as a killer searching for some taste of sin
But I hope someday Iāll see you once again
In turquoise and silver
You laid your sons upon the altar of abuse
It was the same one that was laid upon by you
Now youāre together and I hope youāll call a truce
I hope you do
Once you were head to toe in turquoise and silver
You drank lukewarm brown liquor and you smoked Virginia Slims
The words you drew were thirsty as a killer searching for some taste of sin
But I hope someday Iāll see you once again
In turquoise and silver
Am What did they do to you?
I hope I never know.
Some Missouri nights are better left alone
Am So run off to New Mexico
Hide out where the cactus grows
And bury all them secrets never known
Once you were head to toe in turquoise and silver
You drank lukewarm brown liquor and you smoked Virginia Slims
The words you drew were thirsty as a killer searching for some taste of sin
But I hope someday Iāll see you once again
In turquoise and silver
WillieCash
#74
The Ballad of Justice Hodge
Well, itās a shame
And itās a heart ache
But I canāt change
What Iāve become
Another cell
Is calling my name
Itās another day in the life of an old ex-con
But when I get where Iām going thereās a man who waits for me
And he knows about the times that I been spun
Oh, when I get where Iām going thereās a man who waits for me
With forgiveness in his eyes cause I was young
Another night
My mommaās crying
It aināt her fault
Her babyās gone
Iād say daddy tried
But Iād be lying
I couldnāt stray from the road that he was on
But when I get where Iām going thereās a man who waits for me
And he knows about the times that I been spun
Oh, when I get where Iām going thereās a man who waits for me
With forgiveness in his eyes cause I was young
Well, I was let go by the General Electric
He called my application āincompleteā
He says the foreman at the graveyardās less selective
And one way or another thatās the place that I should be
One way or another
And he prefers the other
So I spit and cursed his mother
And every drop of blood spawned of her
He just laughed to show his friends heās more beautiful than me
But when I get where Iām going thereās a man who waits for me
And he knows about the times that I been spun
Oh, when I get where Iām going thereās a man who waits for me
With forgiveness in his eyes cause I was young
WillieCash
#76
Thank you, I think.
Iām not certain I understand you.
In my absence you must have forgotten I am a stupid, stupid man!
Monkey
#77
I can see this one sung by Neal Fallon of Clutch in a more bluesy rock way than I think youād sing it.