a unit of measurement we attribute to our existence.
give it a day. sleep on it. you’ll feel better in the morning.
the difference between the sun and the moon is apparently so pronounced,
that as one falls across the horizon so can your worries dissipate.
what a concept.
humanity’s own way of getting nature in on its lies,
convincing each other that action can wait until the light shines above us,
clarity, apparently, being the objective.
we all do it. we all love the lie.
the lies that give structure to our otherwise nonsensical lives.
24 hours after 24 hours
feels like we’re climbing up an invisible ladder
someones standing at the top, relentlessly adding steps.
an ending always in reach but eternally more complex.
you’re one step ahead but no one hears you.
I tried to warn you my love, my 24 hours have been hell,
tried to spare you the journey that leads nowhere.
break free if you can, break free and don’t look down.
break free from the climb,
soon you’ll be running out of time.
24 hours before the end.
we don’t see the finish line,
i guess there’s some days when the sun doesn’t shine.
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Original song, written by Naomi Sweeney “Why aren’t you answering me”
If only I could close my eyes, go back in time.
Redo the wrong, turn it into right. Cause you needed me and now I’m needing you, eyes full of tears it’s hard to see, it’s like a fantasy, it’s never gonna end but will it turn out happy..
Why aren’t you answering me why have you left me all alone have you forgotten me please pick up your phone when you keep calling me I just hit decline but when you stop calling I just cry
Verse 2 my heart was broken but the pieces were sewn together, but now the stitches are coming undone, as I sit and look out the foggy window looking at raindrops instead of the sun
My heart hurts, but not as much as yours, I’m muted discolored broken and hurt, my love is handicapped it doesn’t work anymore, I love you but it’s hard to show hard to let down my walls rebuilding takes time when someone knocks them down and the fall, fall, fall
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Uploaded a quick demo to soundcloud that I actually put vocals on for a change. Kind of reminds me of boy pablo. Probably should've spent more time on this song but I have a bunch of other ideas and collabs that I want to work on. Speaking of other ideas, I'll be releasing my ambient ep under the alias "fractal garden" soon. I also have an ep with one of my students dropping pretty soon. Stay tuned!
This is a song I'd originally written as a song without a rap verse but, today I think I came up with something ..awesome. Lyrics below! 👌🏾
Back in time I was chilling with my friends,
We had a few to drink, went to the park in the end,
My boy’d introduced me to you and things had kicked off,
Not too far in though because the next day I had to set off,
Moved overseas again and left all my close friends behind,
To turn over a new page in a book titled my life,
But hey, that’s how it is,
When things go wrong pack up and relocate your shit.
A few weeks past and I’d got used to being settled,
Hopped in an uber, driver’s pedal to the metal,
A message comes through saying ‘hey boy I’ll be in town’,
It was you, I looked up and said ‘God quit clowning around’, Here we are again with my fragile-ass emotions,
Girls acting like they were some sorta game tokens,
The tokens, to an arcade machine,
Except that motherfuckin’ arcade machine was me!
It only took a fortnight for me to fall in love,
That’s what happens with your boy when he’s got a stupid crush,
23 years old and I still can’t keep my mind focused,
I refuse to, until I find someone to hold us,
And by us I mean the two types of me,
The me you know and the me I’m too scared to set free,
But one day I hope she’ll wake up and realize,
That I was the true love she said was cleverly disguised.
Song: Can't You See - Ray Salvador (c) Raevenn S Breen 2018
I've never seen you fall so hard, do you know where you are? 🤔
Gives You Hell - The All American Rejects 🔥
Had a lot of fun recording a cover with the piano for the first time! What's your favourite instrument? :)