Headphones Poems - Poems about Headphones

Please go ahead and talk talk Anyway these people will stalk stalk I don't want to walk walk around or somewhere else, even though if I just need to rotate at my moms house But don't scratch my face with the chalk chalk Wait, will I notice? Can I ecounter you? Because I always balk balk It's okay...

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Once there was a song, That reminded me of you, While I felt so strong, Under sky, Of midnight blue. Once there was a time, While I played a favorite tune, A pen and written lines, Cried, A thought of you....

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My heart is a pair of tangled headphones The music still plays but the melody is twisted All I do is try to unravel the notes And understand the lyrics But I can’t because someone has tangled my headphones Before it was just a matter of pressing play But now it’s so much more complicated See you’ve taken the melodies and...

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Sleep provides me with peace as i carry myself away musically. Inisde a bubble where a city never sleeps. As if a coma were to live in every wrinkle of an earthquake. I have no friends nor love ones today.... For if i did i would never feel this way. But why should i complain or pretend someone will hear...

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Look at me with my headphones on trying to drown out the sounds that affect my zone. Turn them down and I have found what upsets my dome, A bunch of bombs, bullies, and bullets that infect my home. So I blast and blare bass to protect my bones Otherwise my eyes are raped by a place unknown... I tend to...

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everything sounds better through headphones--- every succulent morsel of music drips from the wires lodged in the ears or packed tight against the head, sometimes completely encapsulating our ears, hell, boxing our whole heads into our own personal listening studio everywhere we go, at most times of the day--- one imagines that Nietzsche, who died 10 years too early to experience the wonder...

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Headphones You make me seem like a girl With all the twists and curls I wear it Seem deaf I do not care I do not fear Its with me That’s all I care Provides melody A vision for life A moment of peace An instance of joy Different from the rest Lost in the thoughts Yet we stay Much in the present It’s whispers into our ears Yet we are aware...

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Ears being tortured by the feeble music on the jukebox, mind sporadic, losing my train of thought to Madonna. Ideas mottled by conversations like something gnawing on wood in my ears. My horrors are hidden from me by the likes of Beyonce’ blaring throughout the place, ...

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