May 1, 2009
Music sweeps in and out of me
Like a a needle weaving in and out of cloth
Brushing my lips
Touching my heart
Cleansing me
And taking over me
Moving as softly as a bird's feather
Yet scarping against me like a stone
And shining like a star that has never shone

Torture and Pleasure become a blurry
As music surrounds me in its fury
And takes me farther into the depths of sound
Till I finally fall onto the ground
And become surrounded with others that have fallen down

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sydthesquid This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 7, 2009 at 7:36 pm
Very nice, short but sweet with very powerful words. :)
cmoney1996 said...
Jun. 11, 2009 at 9:44 pm
GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD. I'm not a lair I'm not ling when I say Your Poetry is A-OK in every way. I love what you say.
hotbaby said...
May 27, 2009 at 11:31 pm
please rate!!
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