Finally finished the rest of my #morsecode#tsart ! In order we have: #logince Rap Battle, Joan's Beanie Duet, I'm Gay, The Things We Used to Share, New Years Resolution Lies (duet version), and Word Association Games. #thomassanders @thomassanders (Basically, I translated all these songs into Morse Code, chose different colors for dots, dashes, letter breaks, and word breaks (for each character, anyway), and put them all into a spreadsheet so they looked like this. ...If that makes any sense.)
//Outbox *dotdotdotdot dotdot*
I send a message out, in hopes that it finds a voice,
but all I hear, as I wait, is a deafening white noise.
In this time and age of text messages and language of memes,
Maybe my words just seep through the seams.
I'm losing my words and I'm losing faith.
While all I gain, sitting by the receiver are calendar dates.
I hear a faint sound from a source unknown,
For some reason it feels like a part of me that I lost or accidentally disowned.
I now have a shoulder devil, sitting on my... shoulder.. The shoulder angel has been away eversince my days grew darker and colder. *dot dot*
There's a ringing inside my ear, which I try to drown out,
because I've never been one for a cross fire,
so I always opt for the blackout.
The horror of being spotted always left me paralysed,
because the enemy sees me as a threat, that, at all costs, must be neutralised.
So I settle behind the barricades of my.. odd.. set of teeth.
And I sit there anxiously, as the ground falls apart, crumbles, and dissolves underneath. *dashdot dot dot dashdotdot*
This impeding wait has started to feel like staring down a gun's barrel.
While my life, ever since, has been nothing more than a downward spiral.
Like a broken record I keep repeating
the same message,
which probably piles up & disintegrates in the outbox.
Making my actions seem like events without any consequence or a cause.
But I don't care. I keep sending the message repeatedly nevertheless, pretty persistently.
Because I'm hanging on by my fingernails to a word which spells H-O-P-E. *dashdotdashdash dashdashdash dotdotdash*
Now I'm tapping my fingers on a mirror,
Sending the same message over and over again.
But I need the message to be received now, because how long can I play pretend.
I hope that the message reaches to the lost and anxious boy in me.
And I hope that my morse code reaches through,
because all that the dots and dashes say, is, "Hi, I need, you."// #vsco#vscocam#vscoindia#instavsco#vscofeed#portbox#portboxindia#mumbai#skies#sun#flowers#plant#poetry#morsecode#dot#dash#poem#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#poets#writers#poetscommunity