The words are flowing.
No filter, no escape.
They are like tiny water droplets flowing through the rivers of my pen in a flood of anger.
The wild owners are still singing the words of hate.
Another lightening strike: a new idea of my holder.
It is my backbone.
With its structure, yet free, it supports me.
Ups and downs, resent through ecstasy.
Every emotion pours through the life of music.
As I write, my tension fades, the relaxation of hope is forever nearer.
I pick it up, strum its fears and worries.
As I pluck the final tune the warmth returns.
The battle cries lessen.
The storm is dying.
The sunlight appears again through the deep slits of my life.
That familiar tune is playing through the confusion.
Nothing will stop us now.
You bring me into you, we are together.
I hold you so close, so gentle.
I shall never let you go.
Unforgiving rivers stream down my face as the flooding lessens.
The cries of thunder from deep within cease, with love taking over.
I feel your gentle body upon me.
Your mission is complete.
I pick up the document, where I regain memory of those precious feelings.
‘Yes,’ I think. ‘This will be a number one.’
I lift it from the stand beside you, my love, and embrace it til it’s with the others.
It is safe now.
It is complete.
As a new song finishes, a new one shall regain its once plentiful emotion.
The vicious brawls shall direct me slowly, yet surely to my future.
I dream, yet shiver at the very thought.
It will make me a star.
Thankyou my love, my guitar.
Author notes
It is about how my guitar, and writing music is helping me through the tough times, of abusive families and neglect, self harm and depression.
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I play guitar, too :] very well written. great job.
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I liked this.
It was awesome! 
You did amazingly well with this write. BRAVO! WOW! keep up the good work! thanks for entering and good luck in my contest!
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Very good job with this write.
Creative tale, great imagery and flow throughout.
Bravo
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Haha, I find it a tad strange to call a guitar your love, though I only play the piano and not the guitar,
Interesting piece.
Thank you for entering.
Sophie
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Yea, well my guitar is always there for if I need to let anything out, it calms me so much. Thanks for reading, and for the comment.
-heva
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'As a new song finishes, a new one shall regain its once plentiful emotion.
The vicious brawls shall direct me slowly, yet surely to my future.
I dream, yet shiver at the very thought.
It will make me a star.
Thankyou my love, my guitar.'
i really like this ending, and the creativness behind the writing.
thanks so much for entering...good luck -
awesome! this was really good! LOVED IT! keep up the good work! thanks for entering and good luck in my contest!
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Sorry, but I have to DQ. Over line limit.
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I really liked this
I don't play guitar myself but all my family do and so do a lot of my friends. I realize how it calms the soul and see worry lift as they loose themselves in the notes. I wish you luck with your edits. -
Very fascinating....good abstract!
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This is really excellent. Music is definately a wonderful gift, so is poetry and writting and any form of art. Music is very captivating, and is excellent for many many many things in life, I really enjoyed how you described it when you play.
Every emotion pours through the life of music.
As I write, my tension fades, the relaxation of hope is forever nearer.
I pick it up, strum its fears and worries.
Love your depiction of how it affects you. Very vivid, lyrical and poetic.
Keep em coming!
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One of the previous comments described your piece as prose, but to me it comes across more as freeverse, I don't know which was intended, or whether you just wrote how you felt at the time.
But whatever it's called isn't important as it's a wonderful piece of work. You have some lovely images in there which are so appealing.
"They are like tiny water droplets flowing through the rivers of my pen in a flood of anger. "
And although the meaning behind your words was not immediately obviously to me, you've written notes which clear up any confusion.
In my opinion a poem does not have to be written to make sense, sometimes you just write what's inside and the person that it should please the most is the author.
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You had some alright imagery in this, but I think you should reconsider the big-block-o-words thing you have going on here. It gives the reader nowhere to pause. If you're going to write prose, I would at LEAST put it in a couple paragraphs. Thank you for entering my contest.
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I like it.
I alway wanted to learn how to play guitar. your peom is very good. -
its all about an abusive family insiring me to write music, and that my guitar will always be there for me, and it and music is my backbone.
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I have to call in question your intent of the poem, to whom you address it too and why you have penned it at all?
Your poem begins with an emotionally wrought series of flashing imagery, powerful, but pointless as it has no coherent meaning; and no structure to order it.
You then shift, without any recognizable link, to a passionate dialogue which ends with the love for your guitar?
Albiet you have penned something of powerful imagery, your lack of structure and direction draws away from your intent, if there is one at all.
Good Luck and welcome to AP
Dearterian
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