DAMN YOU SCHOOL!
Don't worry though cause i will have consistency in these posts very soon! I mean school is almost over.
Anyways here is a poem i just typed out, enjoy!
The price of drums
Sense the drum beat, where does it precede? Does it travel to your feet or to the tip of your head? Are the pauses for the living or the dead? Travelling distances with each kick of the bass, with every roll you’re caught in an embrace. Your mouth starts to open when your mind starts hoping completely unknowing that the beat is coaxing. Notes create a type of power like letters and words create proper grammar, casting spells from the content making the rush benevolent or filled with the thoughts malevolence. Feel the rasp of the snare, indiscriminate in its care, only as good as it is tight, the whispered music takes flight, filling up listener’s ears, inspiring trickling tears and inciting tickling fears. With a high hat clap, some get snapped back to reality applauding due to pleasantries for the creativity holds your attention and the right selection has given motivation to the right sensation, the octaves causing lacerations. Now that you’ve heard the tune what will your price be to pledge your fealty to the drummer who taps through your headphones keeping pace like a metronome. The steady click clack creating the addiction similar to crack.
