Bassline

I feel the drumbeat.

I feel the pulse of the music,

Reverberating around my ears and brain,

Twisting into my heart.

I feel the bassline

With each hit of the sound

Pulsating your energy around you

Like shock waves

Hitting me again

And again

And again.

I feel every clap of the music

I see every head flip

I can tell you're in your element.

I feel the bassline

And it crashes a hammer into my heart

Breaking it

Piece

By

Piece

As your essence

Your youness

Blasts out

Drawn out and weaponized

By the bassline

And crashes into mine.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Poetry

By QueenBee

Growing up in 6/8

My band conductor has always said that 6/8 plays itself -
it does.
It's easy to just play through but not if you think too much.
I grew up in 6/8
my life plays itself
yes I make mistakes

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Falling in love

The first thing I ever understood about falling in love
is that it keeps you coming back
like magnets
whether it's good for you or bad for you
you're addicted.
And I didn't know the scope of it -

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Poetry

By QueenBee

New Year

New year's resolutions.
I tell myself a lot of things every year -
I never listen.
No boys, no distractions.
Too late.
This time is different I think -
I want that senior solo

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