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My Fair Lady
There she stands, tall, elegant and sparkling Her smile, her aura, and her posture gets me thinking Of how lucky I am to have been picked by destiny
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Clumsy Leap of Faith
A clumsy leap of faith I take Diving deep into your retinas Do you know about being soaked? Wet clothes clinging to your skin, baring everything you've been trying to hide
LMD PoetryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRoses
One by one the petals from this dying rose do fall There’s a bed of fallen petals lying at my feet And one by one the thorns do drop leaving its withering stem bare
Jodie ShawPublished 7 years ago in Poets10 Best Tori Amos Songs
Tori Amos has a vast catalog of A-sides, B-sides, demos, remixes, soundtrack contributions, live variants, and covers. Just 10 songs will never be able to cover all of her moods, sounds, and experimentations, but in this article, I'll do my best to give an overview of what I think are her best tracks. In the interest of fairness to the expansiveness of Amos's discography, only one song per album was chosen. I chose these songs based on popularity, composition, lyrics, and emotional content. As I said, it's impossible to cover everything in 10 tracks, so I'd like to throw out a few honorable mentions:
Eden RoquelairePublished 7 years ago in BeatParanoid
Stuck in a room of staring faces; Each second ticks by in slow motion. Clattering plates and chomping jaws mock me. It’s like a poison in my brain.
Kayleigh LeadbetterPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPapyrus
The withered planes of aged papyrus read like shallow pools of cryptic braille. Alleviating the curiosity of tentative fingertips,
Jamie WilkinsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove, The Greatest Force
Let's take the word love for a spin How would you know when you actually win? Do you feel in your gut or in your spleen? Or is it as painful as in romantic films?
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnd Then Some
I loved him fiercely, with every fiber of my being. He was my night and day, the electricity lighting up my dark skies. I loved him through every tear that fell, every smile that broke, every promise that evaporated quietly. Every love song was about him, every stolen moment will forever live inside of me. He is a missing puzzle piece, discarded somewhere underneath the couch, hiding. Without him something in me is incomplete. To say he changed me is such an injustice to his memory. Such a trivial word to describe his love. Because every skin cell on my body has been altered to feel more. To love more, to be more. He is my forever even though he is mine no more, and has never really been mine.
Aili BarkerPublished 7 years ago in Poets