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Where I Belong
Surrounded by tons of people waiting.
Waiting to be filled with life.
Where the guitars begin to sing,
Beautiful, thrashing, bodies, combustion in a circle.
The music that shakes through my body, that fills me with fulfillment and bliss, (not to mention lust)
The air that's forever tainted with pre concert booze, toxic cigarette smoke, and punk induced sweat.
Inhaling the teasing sent of cannabis...makes one moan with desire.
Though a terrible moment to indulge, its present sent in the air
While headbanging to oblivion and screaming with the rest it always whispers.....
Welcome home.
Waiting to be filled with life.
Where the guitars begin to sing,
Beautiful, thrashing, bodies, combustion in a circle.
The music that shakes through my body, that fills me with fulfillment and bliss, (not to mention lust)
The air that's forever tainted with pre concert booze, toxic cigarette smoke, and punk induced sweat.
Inhaling the teasing sent of cannabis...makes one moan with desire.
Though a terrible moment to indulge, its present sent in the air
While headbanging to oblivion and screaming with the rest it always whispers.....
Welcome home.
Published 29th Apr 2013
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29th Apr 2013 3:30am
Good piece.
You could extended it,
making it longer,
give it more details.
You could use the chant tool
AND A LOT OF CAPITALS.
:)
Love the feel, the taste and the message of this poem.
You could extended it,
making it longer,
give it more details.
You could use the chant tool
AND A LOT OF CAPITALS.
:)
Love the feel, the taste and the message of this poem.
