Locked Inside She turns, twists hair, In frustration, sighs Head in hands, with ink, She tries To free what's inside On to paper The essence of her soul, what shapes her. Surfing the Soundwaves... Surfing the soundwaves In a maze of melody In a turmoil of tune With a rhythm of ruin. With a landslide of lyrics And a bassline of bliss I drift in the music As it leaves its sweet kiss. Hopeful Lies Hazy Sunshine Pink Skies Broken Looks Dreamy Eyes Rainy Streets Haunting Dreams Dizzy Fears Hopeful Lies
I really like your style, and liked all three, especially the first two. You have a good pace to your lines, and they are good to read aloud. They seem very personal and thoughtful. Yeah ! Good work! Makes me want to write more poetry, it really puts me in a mood.
