Young Writers Society

I'll leave the rating the discretion of the reader... lol sorry about that.
This was just an experimental sort of piece because I want to try something new with my poetry.
I hope it's not completely incoherent, and that you (the readers) understand how it was meant to be read xD
Interpretation up to you. Thanks and all critiques are welcome!
-Jackie

The notes: black and bold, scrawled out in permanent ink
Written on this here: this crumpled paper that resides in my chest
Sheet music: coated in coffee stains and tarnished by burned edges
Etched into my heart: scars that forever bleed out your words
They spell out: bold, italics, underlined in cursive script
Your name.

It’s not just: gnawing at my very soul
My heart: long overdue for happiness to swell my veins
You’re engraved: stitch me up before the wounds re-open
In my brain: a stack of thoughts unspoken
And you’re driving: a rusted up vehicle, the engine ripped out
Me: an abstract picture that has yet to be painted
Insane.

The song: an endless solo of silence
That spills out: into an empty auditorium with no open seats
From the: aching fingertips that tap out in rhythm with
Instrument: the unsteady beating of the box in my chest
Known as: a lethal lullaby in which there are no words
My lips: do not part, eternally sealed together
Cannot be: inevitably a never ever forever of us
Tamed.

And I am: a self-portrait drawn out in poisonous lead
Not ashamed: blood is the only color on my palette
To read: this music that burns with the essence of tragedy
The notes: black and bold, scrawled out in permanent ink
Written on this here: this crumpled paper that resides in my chest
Sheet music: coated in coffee stains and tarnished by burned edges
scars that forever bleed out your words
Etched into my heart.

I think that this is a great poem! I like the way you wrote it, it is very different and interesting. Although it is a little confusing, I still thought that it was very good.

This style of poetry is as unique as it is fascinating and effective. This poem, like the 'sheet music' it talks about, will remain in my head for (most likely) the remainder of today. This is truly wonderful and powerful. It is deep, meaningful and amazing. There aren't enough words in the English language (or at least, in my vocabulary) to describe how I feel about 'Sheet Music Sang In Silence'. I am in awe. Congratulations!

Wow, i don't think live1out2loud7 understood the way you have written this, but wow i love this
its amazing, i think its a very new and nice way to write, how in the world did you think of it!!
And lass you are one smart kiddo!!! (woops sorry about the kiddo part, its become an unintentional habit). I read it three times all in the different ways, and i must say despite how much i love the way you created this i also love the imagery and the descriptive way you have created this.

And I am: a self-portrait drawn out in poisonous lead
Not ashamed: blood is the only color on my palette
To read: this music that burns with the essence of tragedy
The notes: black and bold, scrawled out in permanent ink
Written on this here: this crumpled paper that resides in my chest
Sheet music: coated in coffee stains and tarnished by burned edges
scars that forever bleed out your words
Etched into my heart.

I love the last part and the first part the most. Absolutely genius.

Keep it up
Hudz
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