Author: Porphyro's Madeline PM
You listen, feel, taste, smell, hear and feel the beat. I know i only used five senses, but it's because i could only think of these at the time!Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 126 - Published: 09-10-06 - id: 2244580
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I wait for the rhythm to begin.
I listen to the rhythm, getting the beat
To the ocean of words
Which I know will come,
Hidden inside a forest of
I steady myself,
Waiting for the smell of pure
Delight to stab me in the side.
I watch the endless thumping
Of fingers plastered in white paint,
Writing chalk onto
A life so tired.
I can taste the success on my redness,
Taste it pondering about
In my bones,
Searching for an everlasting love.
I feel the pulse
Tearing at my ears,
Looking inside the pink source
For a spongy place to sit and rest.