The drums;
as my arms move in a blur
hitting the drums
in various beats
i feel myself relax
my eyes close, hair flying everywhere
in tune with the music
i hear it blaring through my headphones
as loud as they can go
i feel myself relax
and let go, and feel myself leave
the beat fills my heart, my mind
in a different place
As the song ends
I drop my sticks
open my eyes, and come back
to find my dad
screaming at me
I have to walk the dog
I had lost track of time
in a different place.
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Written February 20th, 2005
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I had to learn drums in order to teach my younger brother how to play. I was set up in our garage and the neighbours couldn't stand me anymore. I started with basic material, AC/DC. I hate that band now...4/4 beats. Wow!! I was never really that good at drums anyways. But when I play guitar I get lost in the music...the louder the better. Keep on rocking.
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hey great poem...i know this feeling. i play guitar hehe...yer poem just made me want to tell u that haha. and thanks for commenting on my poem 'The Life Of A Fly' !
~Sheko -
captures the essence
this completely captures the spirit and sense of drumming/percussion/music. i love it when anybody plays a drumset. music is a great way to escape from life, in a way. -
All I can do is smile... I'm so glad you're writing again... Now... This sounds familiar... he he... 'Member durin' the summer when you played at night... 'til 10... then realized the neighbors could hear you... Those were the really good old days... when we'd stay up late talkin' on IM... Not to say I'm not happy with us today... I'm really happy with us... I jus' hope this summer we might be able to do the same... Anyway... Lou 'n' Karen still have their son, Mark's, old drum set... of course it's in pieces in the attic... but they still have it... Lou was tryin' ta sell it ta Mike... but Karen said Mark would kill him... he he... Anyway... awesome write... Keep it up...
~PS~
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