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by Avrii Monrielle Mar 5, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The Mixed Tape Listening listlessly Fingers flying to the piano Chords sounding through a bass guitar Getting older; still the same Seconds into ... The song slowly stops Crying softly Among the quietness Boom, the beautiful beat Of a big band drum Parading through the street Marching... 1 , 2, 3 Clap, shake, snap Some fast parts, then some slow Whispering and shouting Rings, bling, and things Fast forward Tilting their head toward the player Humming along to the bounces and beats The room heating up intensely Ping, a nail delicately Lifts a string The fragile pieces Making sweet sounds Zam, shabazz The zesty sax Forming a melody Heart within the music Clash, clang, dang Electricity empowering A once dead-beat guitar Screaming and shouting Click, it's over We've run out of time Seems nothing is left Except the other side
