The bassline hummed,
The drums echoing my heartbeat,
Pounding, pounding, pounding.
The guitar wailed
A loud but lonely cry
Until
Accompaniement from the voice that breathed the lyrics alive.
Music was inside of me.
I inhaled in, I could taste it.
It sparked a fire in me that no day in life could.
Music was reason.
Music was my reason.
Thump, thump, thump,
The sticks slammed the drums,
And the strings vibrated were the pick strummed noisily.
My body moved in time to the bass.
Music was all around.
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Poems
Poetry*CONTINUOUS* Although I have no stories published on here yet, I write poetry too. I'm a better writer, I think, but sometimes I get ideas and poetry is an easier, more short-term solution to get those ideas out so I started poetry. I will add more...
