Genre

Music keeps me from utter despair.

Emotions raw,
Vulnerable and made of broken glass I NEED to blunt the pain.
The drug of choice:
Sensual beats and rhythms,
Spoken Word,

A beat and rhyme.
Modern day Shakespeare.
My whole person a freshly severed splinter of wood,
These words and obscenities sandpaper,
Filing me down and smoothing the jagged sobs.

You’ve Ruined Me.

BUT;

but, I’m salvageable.
Music my savior and repair.
Rich and whiskey smooth,
Lyrics roll to my ears,
Soothing and Shushing my frantic mind.
Burying you under the immediacy of understanding these secrets sung to me.

I keep it to the numbing percussions,

The lonely warble of acoustic will shatter me,
My weeps coinciding with a mourning guitar.

Because this is only a distraction,
Smoothing the surface while the turmoil moves deep.
Save for it elevates me past this, if only for a moment.
Keeping me safe.
Keeping me away from having to think about you.

Reviews

[Seriana]

WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I could give you big hugs right now. Music is my drug of choice as well. And such an addicting intoxication it is! Just soothing enough to dull the pain, to lesson the ache.
You've expressed the hurt that comes with not wanting to think about someone, yet you can think of little else. And the solution that some of us crave in order to function properly. Love this! It's going in my favs. :)