Music
by David Wallace Aug 8, 2005
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O how does the sweet music whispers to me,O how does the sweet musical melody massages me with its notes.The reinsurance of my everlasting love.The key to my sanity which sets my soul free.One of a few things that keep me holly in this gruesome society.The skirts of holly water that don't burn cause my soul is wholesome and my poetic mind is beautiful.The messages sent through the radio's speakers soothes my heart and slowly helps me evaporate my own internal conflicts.The music is my natural high rolled into beats,instruments,and lyrics.music is my contributions to my everyday life my culture,fashion sense,and the artists are my idols. |
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18 years ago
Cool write and very manifold. So espacially the end "The music is my natural high rolled into beats,instruments,and lyrics.music is my contributions to my everyday life my culture,fashion sense,and the artists are my idols." was my fave part . I like how your words flow and your style of writing is great, this poem inspired me a lot.
Please, read my poem "When words fail music speaks" in my Featured poems. It's about the same theme.
I would be glad to get a comment by you :-)
Keep it up
Lots of love
Sabine
