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Post by chaos on Jan 30, 2010 23:12:39 GMT -5
I started this poem two years ago when I was having family problems. And well, it has just never stopped. I am constantly adding more to it; this is my way of dealing with things. I don't act out my feelings anymore... because I've been writing them. Well, to write it all out would require like ten posts with as many words as allowed on them, so I'm just going to write on sudden inspiration. Here goes:
The music starts and the
Beat of the drum sounds
My heart is dizzy,
The melody pounds.
Leaves fall
The seasons change
Harmonies wax and wane
To the natural rhythm of my heart.
A paranoia so fierce
It trembles my chin
The eyes burn
Through the night
And once again, I'm left alone
And once again, I have to fear
Mochas move and ever
Watchful are the eyes.
You know who you are,
And inspiration does not
Come so easy,
A critical gaze crawls in.
I cannot look.
I cannot hear.
And all I have
Is to bear.
My heart-shaped box
Is sadly empty.
And the rains have left
Me wilted. And burned.
Scorned beyond belief,
You deny your
Absence within
This heart of mine.
My wrath is vengeful,
So beware,
For how long can you
Withstand MY fire?
I doubt you can,
With your baited words
And joyous pains.
You won't survive.
A blazing femininity
So strong, you
Feel the need to hide.
Shame on you. But I have pity.
A solace of payment,
Gratitude now holds nothing,
My smiles are merely
Wild cards in this Game we play.
A hate so black,
I darenot say,
You and you alone
Have made me this way.
A peaceful interlude
Arouses my kindness
I do have mercy
Beyond the claws of reproach.
An unconscious plea,
A provocative song,
Sung not by me.
Nor is it pardon by me.
I don't condone
What this world has done,
But I am always
Watching for relief.
Glorious remembrance,
Of golden days past,
The smoldering of father sun,
And of mother nature's smell.
A nostalgic demon
So fragrant that
Dives deep within
My lit mind.
These walls hold a monotony.
The crevices remained unmolested.
Things no longer remain the same.
A line to conceal my perception, no?
The motion of irony
Is something that sickens
My attempts at servitude.
And for that, I apologize.
Fashioned in such a way,
This protagonistic mind
Keeps me caged.
I cry for help, but no one seems to hear.
My iridescent pearl,
My rebellious child.
I bear a secret,
My hard work knows not.
Riddles of the tongue,
Rhymes of the heart.
The lark sings happily,
But I want to kill it.
Deranged? HAH!
No. Demented?
HAH! No. Delusional?
Sadly, I confess.
But I wish for this world to
Be better than it is.
On my terms,
Love should be felt.
Scholars of the moon,
Writers of the stars,
My rose thus falters...
And the red thins.
But I strive to be free,
And free I shall.
I push hard against the bars,
That keep me from my oxygen.
And I've won,
After this minor trick.
And you can't pin me down,
Now that I'm free. |
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