ForAnother Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 In this moment the beat of every note makes me succumb to its ultimate plan. To race my heart, and scatter my mind, bring me up, and bring me down and float me through an over-thought void. Beat my consistent futile life to a pulp, and finally bring it all together, and mold it into this moment. So my scattered mind can return and unfold like this again. This is me to music. This is the real breakdown. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ipso Fracto Man Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 Keenly eloquent poem, FA. Music is "the perfect drug", ain't it? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ms. Babydoll Posted September 25, 2006 Share Posted September 25, 2006 great poem, I know exactly how you feel when it comes to getting a rush from music, it's one of the greatest feelings you can possibly have Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted September 25, 2006 Share Posted September 25, 2006 Great poem there!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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