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it’s the only rhythm i have
by Ava Bluwhen i’m laying with the computer on the pillow next to my head,
i can hear things inside lyrics that we miss
i caress the keys with the musical notes
and i can easily close my eyes to feel something new
everyone is out each weekend
as i lay with a pen in one hand and a knife in the other;
the choices are too much to take
and the invites come less often
when you decline more
until finally they stop
but i can lay beside these voices beaming
or quietly telling a story only my ears can digest
because the phone is turned off
the background is a blur,
the noise isn’t loud enough
and my eyes are tearing up
because the song is almost
over.
04/24/2009 Posted on 04/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/25/09 at 03:03 AM This has such a terrific photographic quality to it. This isn't just a great poem with great visual punch (the last three stanzas are just stunning). It feels like a scene in the middle of a really striking movie. The overal image is just that good. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/25/09 at 01:06 PM Some songs do that. They just bring it all out. But I find the early morning sun finds a way to tell me its a big world out there. One almost large enough to find a comfortable place in, almost. Good write. |
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