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The Guitar

Contributed by Eclipse on Thursday, 17th November 2005 @ 06:24:14 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



I walk a flooded city street
Buildings stand tall, people rush by
In a painted world of black and white
And deep in a corner, out of sight
A lonely girl lurks, she’s faded to grey

In the shadows she crouched, her eyes filled with fear
She tried to speak, but no one could hear
Her hair was a mess, her face a disgrace
She was only trying to find her place
But look at her now
Alone
She’s just turned sixteen, she’s only a teen

She clutches an old guitar
It’s battered and dull, its strings are frayed
But she holds the guitar tight

Abstract walls and dirty doors
Turning wheels and dusty floors
Have been her only home for years
Once she had so many fears
But now she is free
‘Cos she can sing a song on her old guitar

She strums a chord of an unknown tune
People pass with heads in the air
They make their way without a care
They laugh and talk of teens in the streets
‘See what they’ve done, this path they choose?
We’ve heard it all in the daily news’

But the girl only smiles
As the broken chords fill her empty mind
She strums and strums
As dawn slips to dusk
And stars fill the night sky

Beggars crowd the busy streets
Many weep and wonder why
But this battered girl does not cry
She just strums a song on her old guitar




Copyright © Eclipse ... [ 2005-11-17 06:24:14]
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Re: The Guitar (User Rating: 1 )
by LongingFor on Thursday, 17th November 2005 @ 12:06:20 PM AEST
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thats sweet. really desciptive write!
i always thought i might end up like that i hope not.. but im learning how to play the guitar !
Keep writing
~Sasha


Re: The Guitar (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Thursday, 17th November 2005 @ 06:40:57 PM AEST
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For me there has always been a magical quality in the guitar, perhaps why I learnt to play one.
A well painted scene brought to life with carefully chosen words.

Steve


Re: The Guitar (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Thursday, 17th November 2005 @ 07:23:43 PM AEST
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I like this.. I hate what people assume. People never choose that path. I wish people had a bit more compassion. No one should be homeless.

I like this, it's very sad, even worse is the fact that this does happen, and is happening. This is reality.

This is a good write though, full of home and care.

The structure and words are really good.

Good write,
*hugs*
Phil xxx




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