Jun 09, 2004 23:02
I want to write music
Picking the vibrations out of the air
And put them down on paper
Every rise and fall in pitch
Will be the ocean tides
Captured on a canvas
And written about like an ancient epic poem
I want to paint a picture
Of feeling
Of hatred and rage
With blacks and reds
Echoing my innermost desires
I want to take a knive to paper
And make it bleed poetry