Lips.
The velvet curtain of my mind.
Hosting the concert of my thoughts
anytime I rhyme.
Symphonies playing out
constantly on tour.
Hundreds of people have listened.
Whether it be at school or a store.
The main focus?
The thing their eyes naturally lock to?
Red pieces of fabric
hiding the white stage
sounds traveling and vocalizing
as it unleashes the red wave.
The most powerful gift.
Something each one of us possess.
Use it to express our emotions
or over things we obsess.
Sound waves akin to earthquakes.
Destroying peoples happiness.
Sadness left in its wake.
Parallel to that
it can also be gentle.
A light breeze blowing around
our minds being put at ease.
So delight in the temptation
that these curtains withhold.
A settling sensation,
words red hot
or ice cold.
About the Creator
Max McDaniel
I’m pretty new to writing Poetry and Creative Writing in general. I was pretty nervous about publishing anything but due to the support from Friends and Family I’ve decided to put myself out there and hopefully make someone’s day.
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