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hello, everyone. I am new to this forum but it seems very cool! I am a musician and I have recently discovered 2 bands that sort of recite/yell poetry over good music. music/band aside i love the style of poetry these guys write and i was wondering if i post a few of there lines someone could help me find other actual poets that this style stems from. Thanks ahead of time to anyone that can help!! This one is titled Wooden Heart. By Dan Smith

I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviours
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

This one is by Aaron Weiss

He laid emeralds in her eyes,
But I'd already tried a braclet made of gold
And a scarlet thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs
On how seldom we belong, but how elegant her kiss. and we painted crooked lines and we danced in perfect time to a love so much refined, we know not what it is. so like the dullen wine we poor into a grief we'd known before, but never quite like this.
All i know now is regret. she follows like a silhouette of a cobblestone behind me. she has nothing left to say except to innocently ask, her voice deliquite as glass. do you see me when we pass?
But i continue on my way.