Music finding

• Artist: Kitten254
• Description: My voice.....what my friends say happens when I sing...what happens to there opinoin on me!!!
• Date: 11/08/2008
• Tags: music finding

Music is me.
It makes me alive.
It makes me sing.
It makes me feel like a tortured soul,
just waiting to be free.
Trapped inside a box
condemed to life eternity
saddened by the silence
alive by voice singing.
Black bleakness
dies in the shine of light
given from the music
I create in the night.
Flowing through your heart
Melting your souls sadness
giving tears no meaning
making every loved thing shine.
Digging into a soul
finding no way out
memorizing the words
singing the tune for life.

Comments

[Kitten254]

ya there is say everything you have ever loved....duh...this is supposed to reach out to you and let you think of what that would mean

[Fiona La Poete]

This is a wonderful Poem. You had tons of great metaphors and words. But, on the line "making every loved thing shine" I didn't like the word Thing. If I am a foreign person and I ask you to describe thing, there is no possible way you can do it.