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My Stage, The Ocean Floor
They all have names
Anger, Malice, Rage, Jealousy,
envy, lust, pride and selfishness...
They all follow me calling me by name
Waiting for me to come back to them
As I exit my stage…
Curtain FALLS
No Applause
Not worthy
I replace this costume of strength
With my reality of weakness and fragility
On Stage I am able to defeat
These inner desires
As I walk out
I pick up my bag of bricks
Now louder than ever
Only
To return to my solitude battle ground
Which is no battle ground at all
I open the bag
Wishing for silence
Instead I find a need to pick each up
For a dance,
A moment
Of peace? Not really…
Only to place them back
Into the bag
Safe from the outside world
I then return to my stage
And act as if there are no bricks
Binding me to this ocean floor
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Comment by: flameof - 2008-04-29 06:41
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| solid piece maybe one of ur best as far as organization. There are no rules. If you wanna write it in lipstick on ur computer screen then do it. |
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| beautiful piece, but full of pain, you made me sad today with this one. rgds, santiagothor |
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| thanks for your comments Diane. I only started writing poetry about a year ago. Just experiment with the structure and let the words flow. |
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Comment by: dlynn - 2007-10-16 21:15
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I like poems, have written a few, but I have
no idea the proper structure; I will be no help
in that category.
However, You conveyed your message well.
The facade one puts on for the outside
world.
A good write filled with pain.
I will read more of your work.
: )
Diane |
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