Screamo in the StudioA Poem by Heather Clayton
I stand up to the mike
I shimmy; I shake singing full force into the handspike Singing what I could make My drummers on the drums the guitarist on the riffs there is nothing but hums and split-second shifts I howl and I scream into the mike up to my mouth I sing, I sing, I dream and then I shout. "What's this all about?" It's about rock and roll the king of my soul. And before I finish this take I pull off the headphones waiting for a remake. Realizing I made rock and roll songs. I live, I dive into the music it frees me and my spirit with a hum and a click for I am down with it.
© 2012 Heather Clayton |
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1 Review Added on May 27, 2012 Last Updated on May 27, 2012 AuthorHeather ClaytonSpring, TXAboutHello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..Writing
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