To the Beat-nicks of our generationA Poem by Steph KThe past; a window to our futures.Beat nick Flip-pedy. Flick Pick-kedy pick. Summer licks Stamps, lamps Flicker the beat Shifting in your seat Lets. Meet… Eyes talk, get lost Intrigue. Ears listen, muffle. Volume: Loud Something covered your mouth. People, be-little Rocking against you; sweat. Eyes judging And the posh mats Relapse, repeat Feel the beat, pure music. Engulfed by jazz You feel uncomfortable. The fiery beats inside you rumble Like thunder claps and ice-cold flesh. In the middle of music mesh. Flying! Clawing through your satin sash. The walls crumble You break free, you stumble. Dance! Its just me. No people. No one else Don’t look. Sea of people. Vanish gone *Poof Sea? No. Its me See. © 2011 Steph KAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on July 19, 2011 Last Updated on July 19, 2011 Tags: history, inspiration, art, music life Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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