My philosophy is that the world....
is one giant electromagnetic device,
and the people....
are pre-recorded tapes.
&& if you don’t treat with precise care,
they scramble, and get all fucked up,
erasing whatever delicate music is stored.
You can’t tell that anythings wrong,
the cover does look messed up,
they look the same,
you can’t tell how broken they are inside.
You look at them in the store,
and get all excited about peeling off the wrapper and seeing what wonderfully personal music is in store...
But, once you get down past the thick plastic armor, you only discover a crackling, and a hiss....A dead tape, instead of the beautiful music that plays in the soul of humans.
A contest entry
- the biggest prewrite contest ever by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended January 18, 362 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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freaking amazing.. just like me. lol. jk. so yeah, great work babee.:]


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haha, Im not gonna lie...I think your pretty amazinggg :]]
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wow thts a good way to think of it
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Thanks Beautiful x]
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