I step up on stage
as sweat drips from my face
bellowing baselines...
ripping guitar solos all around me
blast beats exblode from the drums
holding me tight
keeping me warm
then just as if i fell through the ice
I scream!!!!!!!
I scream about the past, present, and future
of mistakes i made
of loves i've had
friends i've lost
pain given
and taken away
and at that very moment
i feel at home
as my throat goes numb
my body feels like im floating
this nirvanna keeps me thinking
but no now is not the time
to think
oh no
it's the time
to act!!!
What did you think
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lol.
I tried screaming, when I was driving by myself.
It really didn't work, i guess I'll stick to yelling. -
As this poem went on I started to read it faster and faster as if I was nervous geting ready for a show to start or what ever. Very cool.
Good Job.
O.N.
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