writing verses
sleep. black liner circles
the eyes
the one who sings
cannot speak
everyone come to the center
soft body contact
the lyrics
the breath
the hearts
the beat
#katyamills
Tag Archives: music
music.a
when the pulse is heavy and slow
when you could sleep a million years
thoughts cannot find a flow
too tired for tears. let the music
touch you #katyamills
heavy metals
dissociative
staring at the wall again
they turned up the volume
zero calorie heavy
metals to defend against they
demons
#katyamills
geolocation
out from under
hundreds of miles of cassette tape
and wires. useless and bound by
an ethos of noninclusivity they
patched it together they
sang they own wobbly
song til someone
came around
#katyamills
off note
the dissonance caused by all
the off notes touched a hundred
thousand hearts who turned
the radio up and swore
someone finally got them
#katyamills
sun.shine
i was only 11 in 1984 we
found freedom from our families
in graveyards at night trying tricks on
our boards without wheels then
down the hill the days in town on
wheels. the SMITHS blaring the radiant
sun out of the sky
#katyamills
emo.z
yesterday i got lost
on gen z emo
rap and cried about the lean
the purple the blue
they turned
before their time
came due
thank god
the music lives
on
instru.mental
all the popular songs
penned on club napkins by
wasted wannabe
troubadours
looking back
they say i just wrote
whatever to dispel
the journalists
the craving
for deeper meaning
and they aren’t often lying
a song never needed
a lyric like a lyric
needed a song
lost with you
staying up late into the night and still
early for you. i am listening to the world series
fills the room with sunshine in the muted
waves of sound
the away team has won every game and my heart
can still hear yours. you would laugh at me
for sure, to call the hour
late
we would be just getting started
out looking for videotapes and alleyway treasures
and trouble
in five days we turn time back again
will we remember, you and me?
we strung out different images
off the same
perspective and
none of it looked real
all i have to say is that i cannot forget
what happened. getting lost
with you
getting lost
changed my life
crick.et
a single cricket found his way into my home and hides on the vine. i delight in his courage to make music in this strange and dangerous land
