My guitar, My escape.

by Fantasy   Jul 17, 2008


My guitar,
My escape,
My music,
My drug,
When the amp goes on,
I'm lost in Ecstasy.

I put the pick to the chords,
And strum,
My head whirls
in distraction.

My guitar,
My escape,
My music,
My drug,
When I'm playing my music,
No one else exists,
Just me and my guitar.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Beautiful Forever

    I really liked this one. It has a unique concept and the flow was great. It showed a lot of emotion as well... very good write.

  • 16 years ago

    by HidinVictim

    I like this, I don't play guitar or anything but I can definatly respect the escape... thanks for the comment by the way

  • 16 years ago

    by kevin Boundy AKA the ghost

    I respect your talent. you write about whats most important to you and that is a very good way of writing. that way you can truly explain your emotions toward it.

  • 16 years ago

    by Austin

    Haha People have been rough on you. You need to add some sort of structure, and art into this. It's almost like you're talking to a person right in front of you, instead of reading a poem.

  • This is a really great poem. you have a great gift. if this is really true about you and you play the guitar as an escaped then keep it up everyone needs a way to escape their own lives. for me its dance. keep it up. 5/5