You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

Samina

95 reads

your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean (INSPIRED BY OCEAN EYES BY BILLIE EILISH)

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean

Your curvy lashes in motion

Are just like tides

touch and wash away my heart

I love ’em

I don’t think I’ll be able to confess

I am a total mess

My eyes are now in a marathon,

I can’t stop

I should move on

but

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean

I am lost in ’em

I am lost.

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean

I wanna erase them

but they have taken a place

I can’t fill that space

I am lost in ’em

I am lost

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean

my love is like an ocean

I am lost in it

I am lost

IMAGE DONE BY SAMEERA PARVEEN(MY SISTER)

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

Annista

76 reads

The World’s Best Kisser

Since I met her

I’m a metronome:

Ticking heart

keeping time with her

tickling gaze.

Chasing a secret

so salacious

yet only existing

between the pages.

She puts her crooked fingers

in my mouth

to catch me

when the current

drags me out.

An uncontrollable spur

tasting passion

trading words

in an empty room with her

before inevitably

Our lips

become predictable

and the pearl

drops from our clammy hands:

Relationship now visible.

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

Luthien

65 reads

it’s ok. i know someday i’m gonna be with you.

The space where you used to be is empty. The other half of the bed no longer cradles your sleeping form. When I stumble into the kitchen early in the morning, it is too quiet. I miss when you stood, yawning, by the coffee machine and I would hold you in my arms and whisper, “I love you.”

I have so many memories of you. I remember when you would grab a blanket and drag me outside so we could look at the stars. I always said it was cliche, but now I miss how you would ecstatically point out constellations. Remember when you stayed up all night with me and watched all the Star Wars movies, even though you hate Star Wars? Remember when we tried to adopt a pet from the rescue, but you couldn’t decide, so you convinced me to volunteer there with you?

Remember when... all I have are remember when’s. Small memories I’ve hidden away and tucked into corners of my mind. I miss you. I miss you so much that it hurts. Even these words cannot reach you. I am writing to no one. To nothing.

Why? Why did you leave? Why wasn’t my love enough for you to stay? I know you were hurting and broken inside, but you didn’t have to die. I should have kept you safe. I should have been there when you-I can’t even write the words. Yesterday, I went to the bridge where you stood all alone. I looked down into the rushing river and I think I understood. I understood because my only hope is that someday, someday, I will be with you again.

Note: This was inspired by “It’s ok” by Tom Rosenthal.

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

TW

65 reads

Just a Matter of Time

*Italics indicate the masterful lyrics borrowed from Mr. Billy Joel’s “Matter of Trust”, go check out your classics:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yYchgX1fMw

Some love is just a lie of the heart

Guess that’s true but damn it’s so hard to just play it smart

And you may not want to admit

It’s not us it’s just a question of fit

Some love is just a lie of the mind

Wish I could turn it off or learn to be kind and rewind

But time it keeps marching on

And you’ll look but one day we’ll both be gone

Some love is just a lie of the soul

The human heart is not a switch you can try to control

Though it may not beat for awhile

One day you’ll think back on these times with a smile

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

Mara_C

53 reads

Too young.

″She told me that she loved me by the water fountain″

There she was, the girl I’ve always had a crush on since I’ve first met her. She stood in front of me, by the water fountain at the front of our High School. She murmured the words, standing so closely to me.

″She told me that she loved me and she didn’t love him″

She said this reassuringly after I asked about him. She gave me a smile, a small one, but a genuine one.

″And that was really lovely ’cause it was innocent″

I smiled back, saying nothing, which must’ve disappointed her as she stood with an expectant expression. Truth is, I didn’t know what to say, or do.

Are we girlfriend and boyfriend now? Do we hold hands? Do I say that I like her too, possibly love her?

Her smile died and she stepped back.

″But now she’s got a cup with something else in it″

Maybe her confession wasn’t as innocent as I thought. Maybe she was expecting us to become a thing right away. But I couldn’t, I felt like we were too young to be serious. I felt like we were at the age where you catch each other smiling across a room, where you tell your friends about something she did when you bumped into her in the hall. WHere you smille and blush, but leave it at that.

Deep down, I feel like she had different plans, different expectations.

″It’s getting kind of blurry at a quarter-past-ten″

It was prom night. Before school ended that day, I told her that I wanted to meet her at the Water fountain, the place where she confessed a few months ago.

I felt ready this time, I reviewed my feelings and came upon my senses to manage to tell her, to be there.

″And he was in a hurry to be touching her skin″

I remember seeing her dancing with Ryan, before I left the hall to go to the Water fountain, where I’d wait patiently for her to come.

I remember seeing him close to her as they danced to slow music.

″She’s feeling kind of dirty when she’s dancing with him″

She had a different expression as she danced with him,

she wasn’t relatively happy-looking, but she still stayed with him.

She seemed almost guilty and sad.

Yet she faked a smile when Ryan said something to her.

″ Forgetting what she told me by the water fountain ″

She responded to what he said with a kiss, a quick one, but still a kiss.

He held her a bit tighter, a bit closer after it.

″I should’ve built a home with a fountain for us

The moment that she told me that she was in love, too young

I was too young″

It’s as if she didn’t say anything to me.

As if she didn’t stand in front of me, smiling, waiting.

Waiting...

Maybe if I hadn’t hesitated.

If I hadn’t waited for so long to say something...

I should have shown her my love when she confessed, make it official, remind her that I, too, loved her, liked her.

But I was too young,

Or so I thought.

It was innocent...

Or so I wanted myself to believe

As I stand by a water fountain, without her.

All alone.

10.6.2020

Song: ‘Water Fountain’, by Alec Benjamin :D

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

Tyrus_ralvez

92 reads

HEAVEN by Troye Sivan

The words in italics are lyrics from the song.

Trying to save face,

daddy heartbreak,

lying throuh my teeth.

I know he won't aceept me

and I know I shouldn't care.

But why can't he just see

that he leaves my heart with a tear.

He has his beliefs

And as he stares at me

I can't help but to think

that he won't love me.

Without changing a part of me

How do I get to heaven?

They say that God won't accept the LGBTQ+ community.

Who are they to say such things?

We just want to be free.

Free to love whoever we fall in love with.

Who we love is not a choice.

Nor is it wrong in God's eyes.

They are feeding us such lies.

We are told, "Silence your inner voice

and you'll rise up to the sky.

God will be filled with so much poise.

All we have to do is lie."

How could this be right?

They are feeding us lies left and right!

God loves us all regardless.

Don't listen to the homophobes.

To believe what they say is such madness.

Just know God loves you for who you are.

#LGBT #Bisexual #Pridemonth #Troyesivan #Lyrics #LGBTQ+Community

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

AJAY9979

28 reads

Warning Shot

Cold metal never solves anything,

The piercing eyes say as a hand

Gently rubs his leg and a voice

Begs him under the words spoken.

She didn’t know yet, but soon,

The world would finally hear them.

“Shame we have to do this.”

The words were cold and heavy.

The piece adjusted, his eyes squinted.

Shots rang out, then the sirens and tires

Simultaneously appeared from nowhere.

The cold metal was now hot lead,

And hot lead is often a problem solver.

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

DeeBee

37 reads

The Witcher

“When a humble bird.

Graced a ride along.

With Geralt of Rivia.

Along came this, song.

For when the white wolf fought.

A silver-tongued devil.

His army of elves

At his hooves did they travel”?

“They came after me,

With masterful deceit,

Broke down my lute,

And they kicked in my teeth,

While the devil’s horns,

Minced down our tender meat,

And so cried the Witcher,

He can’t be bleat”

“Toss a coin to your Witcher,

Oh valley of plenty,

Oh-oh- oh.

At the edge of the world,

Fight the mighty horn,

That bashes and breaks you.

And brings you to mourn.

Toss a coin to your Witcher,

He’s a friend of humanity.

So give him a rest”.

That’s my epic tale.

Our champion prevailed.

He defeated the villain.

Now pour him some ale”.

This song always melts me.

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Lyrically yours

You need to be listening to music to do this challenge. I mean, I guess if you have music running through your head, maybe that counts? But my idea was to take a line from the song to which you are listening, and write using it as inspiration, then add another line if it catches your attention, until you feel you are done writing, or until the music ends (I hope the music never ends, but your piece will have to I suppose). Credit the song(s) and artist(s) in your comments and tag me so I don't miss it.

LeBoisBlanc

51 reads

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air: I was listening to this 90’s sitcom theme song when I suddenly lost focus.

Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I’d like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool

And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys who were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighborhood

Those men were evil.

They did not care who they hurt.

It was as if the devil was inside each of them.

I waved my bible at them.

Told them that they were sinners.

They did not seem to care.

A searing pain formed in my jeans.

I was in the grips of an amazing Atomic Wedgie.

It really hurt. In a good way.

I remember it as if it was yesterday.

That was the 90′s.

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