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The music in the background of this promo pic is Amazing Grace… let’s revisit the lyrics:

Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now I’m found.
Was blind but now I see.

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Then when we first begun.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I’m found.
Was blind, but now I see

I think the first part is most important - I don’t think they’d be referencing the lesser known last verses.  However, with all the blind Sherlock meta going around and Sherlock’s personality growth/redemption arc, doesn’t this seem to really confirm johnlock?

I listen for you.
There are sounds that you make,

sounds that could always
cause my heart to break.

Still,

I listen for you.

Your special sound
that is always there
and can somehow travel
like light
through the air.

As if
molecules of resistance
step out of the way

to grant special passage
to the words that you say.

Somehow through time,
somehow through space,
I hear them faintly,
there is always a trace
of that special sound

that I could never take
thus I lay myself down
and offer my heart
to break.

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‘Limitless’ English Lyrics

The dream that shook up my world last night
Was it a nightmare, am I still in that dream?
Following the light that pulled me, I’m in a maze
There, I discovered another passage

The space is opening from the bottom up
A persistent call inside a strange darkness
Then I saw you, who resembles me
I’m you and you’re me

I’m following the light and sound
That knocks and wakes me up
I felt shivers, I finally realized
Oh baby it’s you

It’s only the beginning, the limitless me
From the start of the East to the end of the West
The light gets stronger as it spreads through the darkness
Open your eyes
My song is getting louder
Did you see? That hot and explosive world?
Can you hear? We have become one
Baby I don’t want nobody but you

Ho, ho, wake me up,
thirsty, thirsty for love
Wake me, wake me up,
thirsty, thirsty

They were all chasing dreams while being deceived
Most of them only consider themselves as the real deal
Or else they hide with their backs turned
The repeating days are so cruel

Lies stick, they are sticky
In this gray city, it ain’t got a chance
I wondered when the future was gonna come
But it’s in front of my eyes now

A short but strong blue light (light)
My seventh sense has awakened (sense)
One becomes two and sometimes becomes 100
The hardened world becomes flexible

Change the heavy world (change)
Look how free we are, so free
Inside, only you are allowed (allowed)
The one to take my heart, that is you

I need a connection, I want it like crazy
I need you
I need something to make us feel each other completely
I need you
Oh baby it’s you

It’s only the beginning, the limitless me
From the start of the East to the end of the West
The light gets stronger as it spreads through the darkness
Open your eyes
My song is getting louder
Did you see? That hot and explosive world?
Can you hear? We have become one
Baby I don’t want nobody but you

Help me so I can do well
Sometimes, I get lost
Eventually, we are all connected
You know this
Like finding a big ocean at the end of a desert
Your existence is limitless
Oh baby it’s you

It’s only the beginning, the limitless me
From the start of the East to the end of the West
The light gets stronger as it spreads through the darkness
Open your eyes
My song is getting louder
Did you see? That hot and explosive world?
Can you hear? We have become one
Baby I don’t want nobody but you

Ho, ho, wake me up,
thirsty, thirsty for love
Wake me, wake me up,
thirsty, thirsty

Echoes.

Do you ever hear a sound,
a loud resonating sound
that stays in your ear for
a very long time?
It visits all your senses,
trickling down every capillary
and pinches the tips of your fingers.

A sound that creeps on your limbs
and echoes through your heart.
As if you had heard it repeatedly
instead of once all those moments ago;
So clear that it ignited a trail
of fire and havoc in you
and yet at its ring,
the world perished away
into a silent movie made of shadows.

You may have heard it in the subway,
During your walk home or over lunch,
in a hospital or by a grave,
or maybe you heard it in your sleep
as it whispers for you to remember.

As I have lived and died
and lived just to breathe again,
I finally understood what it kept
trying to say.





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a/n: My crush has a girlfriend…? So I wrote poetry, what a nerd.

ENDLESS NIGHT  english translation

Singer: Mikako Komatsu 

(translation made by me so there might be errors)


night
はじまりとおわり
繰り返しの空
リピートするだけ

Night

beginnings and endings

the revolving sky just turns around

見えるlight
星降るよ夜のlonly heart
手まねき to da sky
月は見てないけど

The light I see

coming down from the stars in the lonely heart of the night

beckoning to the sky

But I can’t see the moon

果てのない夜に
みだれてく心のリズム
思い出と眠るメビウス
まわりまわるよ
Endless night

In the night with no end

the disrupted rhythm of the heart

memories and sleeping mebiusu? (This line is beyond my skills sorry)

Revolving around 

endless night

I gotta show you
you gotta love me
好きが輪になってゆく
届かぬ思いを
空よ伝えて

I gotta show you 

you gotta love me 

the feeling of falling in love 

is being conveyed to the sky

君が帰っていった
あの星にも
朝がくること祈って
I feel you

As you were coming back

that star too

was praying for morning to come

I feel you

sound
きらめく夜の(静寂散歩)
瞳閉じてそっと
君を見つけたいけど

sound

that shining eye of the night 

was closing but you found it

night
はじまりとおわり
繰り返しの空
リピートするだけ

Night 

beginnings and endings

the revolving sky   

just turns around

果てのない夜に
みだれてく心のリズム
思い出と眠るメビウス
まわりまわるよ
Endless night

In the night with no end

the disrupted rhythm of the heart

memories and sleeping mebiusu? (This line is beyond my skills sorry)

Revolving around endless night


I gotta show you
you gotta love me
好きが輪になってゆく
届かぬ思いを
星に伝えて

I gotta show you 

you gotta love me

the feeling of falling in love 

is being conveyed to the stars


君が帰っていった
あの星にも
朝がくること祈って
I feel you

As you were coming back

that star too

was praying for morning to come

I feel you

朝がくるのを待つわ
とめどなく消えぬ思い わけもなくループ
さよなら も ありがとう も 無しで
without you without you without you

waiting for the moment dawn comes

endlessly disappearing memories, in a loop without reason

without gooobyes and thank yous

 without you  without you without you

love you
you gotta love me
好きが輪になってゆく
届かぬ思いを
空よ伝えて

love you  

you gotta love me 

the feeling of falling in love 

is being conveyed to the sky

君が帰っていった
あの星にも
朝がくること祈って
I feel you

As you were coming back

that star too

was praying for morning to come

I feel you


They’re Not Horses, They’re Unicorns - Bayside

As angry as I sound
That’s just the way I cover up the way I feel.
I’ve been that way for years and years,
A slave to broken hearts and sex appeal.
She was a termite
Eating away at my roots.
I was just a lost soul
Who needed a home.
I was filling a void with you. 

I can’t, can’t wait
‘Til you see, see, see
What death and disgust
Have done to me.
And I spent 3 years wishing
For 2 things,
That 1 day you’d break
And I’d get to see.
Oh the choices you’ve made
Can drive you insane.
I wish we never met.

Sestinas are hard.

I sit cross legged on the bed in my room,

my apartment always feels so empty.

The low whir of the air conditioner is the only sound,

that and the heavy footsteps 

that rise through the floorboards and to my ears.

Strange company to keep, I think.


When it’s this still I always start to think

of you and the space we used to share in the old room.

You sleeping while I used my finger to outline your ears.

I didn’t know then the promises were empty,

and how often I would end up waiting to hear your footsteps

for days at a time without a single sound.


I try ,and fail, to stop the thoughts. The sound

of your teeth grinding when you tried too hard to think,

the details of your memory each one a footstep

toward madness. I should maybe get out of this room

and go run somewhere, I just need to empty

my mind, stop the tape from playing inside my ears.


The time we ran away to Nebraska, watching ears 

of corn fly by the window. The strange sound

that rusted bronco made, the even stranger empty

eyes you met your grandfather with. I think

I know why, now that you’re gone, in your old room

your whole body tensed at his passing footsteps.


Then at twenty one you followed in your uncle’s footsteps,

and started hearing voices with your mind and not your ears.

How scared you were to get locked up in some room

where not one person could believe a single sound

they heard, or believe anything their mind tried to think,

and everyone wondered aimless with eyes so empty.


Our final talk when you found my heart so empty

and once more you followed in his footsteps,

and made certain you would never again have to think,

and no more empty words could again find your ears,

and you wouldn’t any longer be tortured by the sound

of no one with you in your room.


In this empty room  all I hear is the sound

of footsteps that you aren’t making.

I dwell on the failing outline of your ears.

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Voluntary optional suggestion, I tagged you guys in case maybe you might just sort of be bored enough to write one too. Also I don’t know many people here, so anyone else who feels up to it, I found this form to be a major pain in the ass and thought it would be cool to commiserate later once you guys had tried it. Entirely optional, of course, but when I suggested it to Da his response was “just because you have to do these bullshit assignments doesn’t mean you can drag everyone else into it”

the time we laughed
into each other’s mouths
because our chests
made that sucking sound
that chests do when
they rub together.

the time you offered your cheek,
said, “say hello,”
and waited for a kiss.

the first time i cried,
and your heart poured
forth flowers.
your lips, honey.

the time we flew
across foreign skies
and our palms
pressed into each other,
and your laugh rang out
like bells.

the time you whispered,
“don’t leave,”
as i put on my boots,
zipped up my coat.

the time you brought me
eleven sunflowers.
eleven, because you knew
i loved odd numbers.

the last time i cried,
and how your silence
echoed it back at me.

i know you hurt, too.

— how i choose to remember us

moonlight

an apology’s a start
a denial’s a disqualification

any trust you perceive is a mirage
brought on by thirst for my energy

whatever may be perceived by outward appearances
I have lived with this body my whole life and know what it offers

my touch is anxious and shaking, except…
remember that night without the cigarettes?

my ears heard the lilac of your perfume
and our hearts slowed down to the washing waves of sound

that night though you broke your streak of crying yourself to sleep
as our magic rubbed together and increased the luminosity of the moon

the glow lifted the ailment of trauma’s poisoning radiation 
allowing you to sleep for a night without the night terrors

A reminder that the world isn’t in ruins

I know the world isn’t in ruins

Because this morning when I woke up the sun was painting the earth in its brilliant glow

Glinting off thousands of silver leaves in the valley

When it breaks

Over the horizon

And spills its glory onto a new dawn

A new day

Because I was there

To see it

Because I was there

To be moved by it


I know the world isn’t in ruins

Because when I see my friends

Walking

Hand in hand

Head on shoulder

Breathing each other in

Blurring their disparities

Creating love

That didn’t exist before

That wouldn’t exist without them


I know the world isn’t in ruins

Because when I listen to the sound

Of music

Of my friends singing

Of an orchestra

Of people pouring their souls into the invisible force

That can move mountains

Of people creating the sound

That can show you the universe

Or the inside of someone else’s head

That can stir you to action

Or create unity among the human race

Because we are all the same

We are all

People


I know the world isn’t in ruins

Because when I see someone walking down the street

Cradling a newborn baby

When I see

That unbreakable bond

Of love

Of life

Of life that was

Built

Out of love


I know the world isn’t in ruins

Because when I sweat for hours

Over a piece of music

That I need to build

To take from marks on a page

Into living, breathing beauty

When it hurts my fingers

And burns my hands

And the hours

And the tears

But then I play it

In the concert hall or the dining room

When I gift that music

That sweat, those tears

To my listeners

When I work in perfect harmony with those

Who wrote it

Who played it before me

Who helped me with it

When it is no longer mine

But it becomes yours


I know the world isn’t in ruins

Because, by God, we’re still creating

I know the world isn’t in ruins

Because as long as there is creation

And beauty

And kindness

And love

We cannot live in the shadow of a ruin

Because we are lighting that shadow

Of the past

From the inside

From the ruins of the past

We will rise

A glorious future

A temple to humanity

To humanity

To the echoes of the divine


So the world cannot be in ruins

Remember that

As long as there are people

Who build

- Javiera Scarratt, 2015

credit to virtuousfantine for the phrase ‘reminder that the world isn’t in ruins’

dedicated to them too, as well as anyone else who just sometimes needs a reminder that the world isn’t in ruins :) 

The smell of pine and bacon grease,
a house in a piney tract of land, a kitchen
in the house, a stove in the kitchen,

a skillet beneath which lowly burns
a bluish flame the jets discharge when a match
is held against their sound, a sound

that travels outside in from a metered box
where a boy sits watching the radium dials
record the backward passage of time,

and time itself, the beginning of time,
and beyond the beginning a too-bright,
airless clearing where the mind lets go,

as if the past had already happened there.

Sherod Santos, “The Memory-Keeper,” Field (no. 81, Fall 2009)