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| 2108; I just wrote this poem 2 dayz ago. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 3 2008, 11:11 PM (53 Views) | |
| PoEtiK | Feb 3 2008, 11:11 PM Post #1 |
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I feel as if I must get this out Tragedies of the time causing the deity to pout Hurry, she does, to push away the clout And create an understanding of what this is about She holds her head up high, Heart to the sky, And her back faces the south, Eyes filled with hatred For those who mindlessly open their mouth Seeking peace in the melody For poetry is her only form of therapy This is the second chapter of a trilogy You will see her reach the epitome Of truth, she will have her epiphany When she hears the notes of the melody They will suffice as a remedy She fears that she might lose her heart And she may have to go back to before the start And search thru the evidence that pulled them apart He felt tied down, stinging like the sound of a harp Painful, like the stab of a knife that is sharp So where does she put this rage, when she can’t hold it in her heart Does she hit with my fists, or use writing as an art? Does she penetrate with bullets, or draw a line between the necessary And the ridiculous, outside opinions vary On the pending task at hand, the out come could be scary But she will remain where she stands, for it is vital That she holds her ground, for this hood is tribal Like apocalypto, death is habitual Embedded in our society, it’s almost mystical We let the money flow, like fiscal Policy, all this poet seeks is the elimination of hypocrisy. You feed her your opinion, and she throws up blasphemy Unveiling the fake, it is vital that you praise ‘she’ For setting you free from the inhibitions, and abolishing her self pity No longer does she regret the past, but the present, and the inability to make it last Stress imploding her mind, causing her to breathe fast Trying to let go of the sadness, but it is not an easy task Drinking away her sorrow, out of a cherry red flask Collecting her tears in a red wine glass… Speeding through her life, gas pedal smashed, Floored to the ground, she’s down to blast Her way into eternity, asking her life to end swiftly So that she does not see the horrors of humanity And feel the destruction of vanity Feeling unloved as the lies penetrate her sanity Attempting to hold back the tears When he’s made it blatantly clear He does not want her by his side, or even near His heart, and that is what she feared That he might push her away, sending her to the rear Abolishing the memories, the acknowledgement of his peer His counterpart, his heart, his joy, his girl His happiness, his sadness, his world All pushed away, twisted, like the rounds of her curls Fighting with equilibrium to keep her mind steady Being burdened by emotions that are far to heavy Getting to a state of mind, for which she is not ready With out an explanation Of her charismatic frustration Trying to push it away with gyrations, But that only creates deeper generations Of pain and despair, never thought that would be associated with penetration She grasps her pen, and presses harder Giving her insight and making her fear the presence of her father Writing gives her clarity, making her a poetical martyr Pushing this relationship a little further Speaking sentimental words, but all he hears are murmurs Out weighed by the opinions of others and rumors She must fight this tumor Cancerous, infecting her heart, a sick humor Laughing away the pain, keeping a smile on for the future He directs her joy, like a cursor Of a mouse, she is doused by dry tears Making everything clear again, Allowing her to roll with the hills, And dissolve with the grains, Complying with his will Eliminating his pain… |
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| $hin3 | Feb 3 2008, 11:22 PM Post #2 |
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REALLY NICE DROP GIRL I LIKE HOW U STAYED ON POINT THRU OUT THIS PIECE NICE THESE WERE MY FAV LINES She grasps her pen, and presses harder Giving her insight and making her fear the presence of her father Writing gives her clarity, making her a poetical martyr Pushing this relationship a little further Speaking sentimental words, but all he hears are murmurs |
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| J-CA$H | Feb 10 2008, 09:06 PM Post #3 |
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DAMN, THATS REAL DEEP, KEEP IT UP 4REAL, LOVE READIN IT... HOLLA. 1. |
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