A tiny piece of sky-blue confetti
was stuck from sweat upon my neck.
A sea of bobbing heads and jumping feet were behind me and
the melodies were pounding through the speakers to the chilly air,
filling our heads with our hearts' favorite songs,
while our idols slammed and drummed and belted.
The crisp, starry night shone above us.
The gusts of joyful wind hit our bodies as we sang along-
and we dreaded the moment they played the last song.
8/26/15
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PoetryIn this book, I will put a collection of poems, short stories, and small pieces that I write & have written this year or past years in my Creative Writing classes. It doesn't have to be read in any specific order, but I guess I would say that my wri...
