Warped.A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.mosh pit? yeah, mosh pit.I'm just about sick of standing in this f*****g mess up to my ears in other peoples sweat feeling heartbeats that just arent mine Blisters on my feet from waiting in line. People keep hitting my sunburns and stepping on my aching feet as we wait for them to take the stage. If only theyd take the stage. The groupies carry themselves up the stairs huge sunglasses and high heels, my sore a*s says their well prepared. I think I feel the air get a little bit hotter just a little bit harder to come by. and now im switching my weight from one bleeding foot to another wiping someone elses sweat from my shoulders. telling some obnoxious girl to get the f**k out of the pit. praying to catch a drumstick and wishing theyd take the stage. If only theyd take the stage already.
and then a cymbol crashes, and an amp screams and I hear voices raising but not nearly as loud as mine. And even though I can feel myself jumping I swear my feet havent touched the ground in three whole minutes embracing the bump of other peoples bodies Air is hard to swallow down here in heaven, might as well surf don't bother helping me to my feet I'll let the crowd carry me home. © 2008 Chloe Madison Taylor.Author's Note
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