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Crave. Relish. Stop. Withdrawal.
Screaming in my itching ears.
I slip on the rubber tipped headphones
zoning out; tuning in
standing barefoot with the carpet between my toes.
I think: I Wait.
Synching. Reading. Click. Click. BAM!
Music shudders through me
wavelike tremors spiraling through my head
across my flesh
into my veins.
I treasure the feeling
my fingers tremble
pictures streaked across the back of my eyelids.
I think: I must remember This.
Lacey Mosely reaches inside me
haunting voice like a bell tower
reaches inside and shatters my soul
then sews the pieces back together.
I think: This is what I live for.
Nightwish explodes white fire against a dark sky
adreniline rush of pristine flowers
explodes and give me power
then whispers dreams.
I think: This is what I need.
Miley Cyrus brushes pink sparkles
take me back to my fairy tale
unicorns and cotton candy, but I can't stay for long
dance skip jump frolic frolic!
I wonder: is This wishful thinking?
Midnight craving
I slip from my body-warming covers
to the internet to find my soul-warming
sunrise songs, glitter against clouds
Lights Last Thing on Your Mind tonight.
I think: This is peace. Now I can sleep.
Kiss my tears in the shadows, Flyleaf, give me hope!
Rant with me when I stifle my fury, P!NK, outlet my frustration!
Dance like a rainbow on my pillow, Spice Girls, cheer me on!
Voice my bipolar confusion with your epicness, Nightwish, affirm me!
I think: This is who I am.
. . . . .
. . .
.
.
Song end. Battery dead.
Signifying an end of hours
giving me time to stare at blank paper.
I think: I never want to break my addiction.
Screaming in my itching ears.
I slip on the rubber tipped headphones
zoning out; tuning in
standing barefoot with the carpet between my toes.
I think: I Wait.
Synching. Reading. Click. Click. BAM!
Music shudders through me
wavelike tremors spiraling through my head
across my flesh
into my veins.
I treasure the feeling
my fingers tremble
pictures streaked across the back of my eyelids.
I think: I must remember This.
Lacey Mosely reaches inside me
haunting voice like a bell tower
reaches inside and shatters my soul
then sews the pieces back together.
I think: This is what I live for.
Nightwish explodes white fire against a dark sky
adreniline rush of pristine flowers
explodes and give me power
then whispers dreams.
I think: This is what I need.
Miley Cyrus brushes pink sparkles
take me back to my fairy tale
unicorns and cotton candy, but I can't stay for long
dance skip jump frolic frolic!
I wonder: is This wishful thinking?
Midnight craving
I slip from my body-warming covers
to the internet to find my soul-warming
sunrise songs, glitter against clouds
Lights Last Thing on Your Mind tonight.
I think: This is peace. Now I can sleep.
Kiss my tears in the shadows, Flyleaf, give me hope!
Rant with me when I stifle my fury, P!NK, outlet my frustration!
Dance like a rainbow on my pillow, Spice Girls, cheer me on!
Voice my bipolar confusion with your epicness, Nightwish, affirm me!
I think: This is who I am.
. . . . .
. . .
.
.
Song end. Battery dead.
Signifying an end of hours
giving me time to stare at blank paper.
I think: I never want to break my addiction.
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As an artist, music inspires me. I often find myself alone, late at night, or at times when I'm supposed to be doing something else, just listening to music. I wouldn't be surprised if, for some reason I was deprived from listening to music (especially Flyleaf or Nightwish) I went into serious withdrawal.
Musicians sometimes have a way of saying the thing that really needs said in a way that I can't say it.
Musicians sometimes have a way of saying the thing that really needs said in a way that I can't say it.
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That was AWESOME. i like how you added nightwish's pristine flowers and "whispers dreams" or didn't you do that on purpose?