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A Poem by MiguelAngeles

The air rushes out
at my permission.
I press the triangle pointing east
and I feel the soundwaves
rush through me to my soul.

My body is awakened,
my mind refreshed,
and my being filled
with indescribable vibrations.

Careful calculations made
one after the other to make
the music that stuns me
and sucks me out of reality.

© 2013 MiguelAngeles


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Added on May 29, 2013
Last Updated on May 29, 2013
Tags: press, play, miguel, angeles, music, soundwaves, soul, reality, indescribable

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MiguelAngeles
MiguelAngeles

Newark, CA



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My name is Miguel Angeles. I am a student at Saint Mary's College of California and when I get inspired I write out a quick poem. I started writing poetry every so often because I had an English 5 cl.. more..

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