Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Making Music

Oh, dear cacophony,

Free me with your growl.

Distract my pinpoint mind

From boiling, overturned.

No melody flies

From the chords within me.

Only a broken howl,

Smashing boundaries,

From deep within my heart's bowels.


Sweet discord,

Bring your treble call.

Let the bass be brought

By my own silent heart;


Dark elixir

Through my very veins.

A shimmering concoction

Of harmony and pain,

Of adrenaline,

Of courage,

Of strength and hilarity;

My Life's blood is made.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback