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Silently Angry
It’s 2am -
Too late to start anything,
But I am so...
Silently angry.
Silent because I am alone,
Because of the hour,
Because it’s me…
I am angry with.
“What do I do?”
(I ask aloud.)
No.
“What do I do?”
I exclaim aloud.
“Exclaim,” has violent synonyms.
I did not know that.
The knowledge is
Waning resonance of...
“What do I want?”
And it's just silently weak now.
“How do I verbally wonder?”
Fuck.
Just change it to "marvel."
Do it before it gets silently weak.
Silently angry. Silently weak.
Because of restrictions?
Because I know so few?
Because it’s me…
Who I have to be silent about.
Don’t ever start anything -
(If) it always seems too late;
Then just die…
Silently angry.
Tragically weak.
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Comment by: Willow - 2008-03-02 16:35
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Janet, you make my heart grow. It's not about compliments or appreciation to me - it's about the connection of understanding. That, alone, makes writing anything worthwhile.
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| You're a powerful writer, unafraid to express your feelings. When you can write like you do--making others examine their own feelings, you have a gift. I'm glad you're not afraid to share it here. I read your profile. Sorry that people like that made you quit for awhile. I'm glad you're back. "Truth sets us free." |
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Comment by: Willow - 2008-01-12 21:26
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Thank you, Olaf. Maybe you have to actually "know" it to get it? Check out "The Staircase Which Only Descends," and let me know.
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Well done. Thought provoking with a powerful ending.
Olaf |
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