Coldplay.

The scientist spills her confection,
It was all yellow; her provisions,
Don't panic, whispered his green eyes,
Everything's not lost under these broken lights;
And broken clocks that hung low in space.
Come, pampered princess sit in my place,
Tonight I will fix you first instead,
Don't be in such a rush & quietly wait
For a message I only dreamt to sing,
On the chilly thoroughfares of Amsterdam,
Where we sat on the strawberry swing,
Now I can only say be careful where you stand;
Lost amongst death and all his friends.
Now your heart's beating at th' speed of sound,
Your royal violet hill swallow'd in the sea,
Living your crazy life you had had thy crown,
Now thy love resides in London's cemeteries.
I will see you soon back in our palace,
When God puts a smile upon your face.


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I believe Coldplay has had a great influence on many of my entries and writings because their songs play constantly in the background when I write. They relieve me of my mental blocks. This is just a simple poem written with many of their song titles(how many can you spot?), and with their music playing all the way in the background for the past hour I have been doing this.

Cheers to Coldplay!