Seduced by the music
enjoying its natural high
influencing me to the possibilities that are endless.
I can actually touch the the sky, an emerald green ocean floating above me
with snow white fish clouds swimming slowly across.
I'm curious with the site before me
I cautiously skim the cloud with my index finger.
Pleased with this cloud I lay upon it and as I do I'm creating abstract poetry
making the words come together in sync,being high on music make me think.
It helps me explore all of the wonders I've been blind to before,The music guides
me through loops,spins and turns I can take while I relax
and let it control me,
My eyes are...rolled back,My body...is numb, and I can't
feel my hands. and yet I remain to write while high.
I need it
I want it
I crave more...music
The breath I breath the noise in my ears
speaks to me...Yes It is the remedy that keeps me sane,
calms the nerves inside of my brain.
I want it
I need more
PLEASE...JUST GIVE ME MORE
MUSIC
1 comment:
Your poem reminded me of the many days in my youth that I lay upon the grass engrossed with the show above
Great job.
Ms. B
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