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Discussion in 'Poetry' started by mellon, Feb 5, 2012.

  1. mellon

    mellon Member

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    Dancing Madly Backwards
    In This Chaotic Storm
    I Can't Stand My Ground
    And then Go Forward
    Sand Pelts My Face
    Dust Fills My Eyes
    I Try To Keep My Balance
    But It's Like Walking On Ice
    A Memory Forms In My Mind
    It's Like Going Back In Time
    There's A Whisper In My Ear
    I Try To Make Sense Of
    But It's All Unclear
    I Can't Quite Make Out
    What It's Saying
    Then A Blanket Is Placed
    Upon My Shoulders
    A Calm Runs Through My Veins
    I Hear A Voice Not Mine
    More Wise And Older
    And This is What it Said
    There Comes A Time My Friend
    That You Will Find
    There's No Where Left
    To Run And Hide
    You Will Find Your Back
    Is Against A Wall
    So You Stand Very Still
    And Take Your Beating
    Or Lower Your Head
    And Come Out Swinging
    I open My Eyes
    The Memory Fades
    It's Time TO Face My Demons
    And Yet I Can't Help Feeling
    Metaphores Are More For Whores
    I Hear Cliches' For Days
    Threats And Swears Are Often Ignored
    Because Words Are Made For Play
    It's Physical Acts With A Bloody Axe
    That Can't Be Undone Or Changed
    So Now What Do We DO
    In This Busy Subway
    When We See The Toss
    Of The Spinning Grenade
    It Makes Me Sad It Makes Me Mad
    Hot Tears Roll Down My Face
    Hot Tears With A Salty Taste
    Expunge The Sorrow That I Feel
    Reveal The Horror I Hold So Dear
    Acceptance Of This Fate I'm Dealt
    Acceptance Of The Hate I've Felt
    Must I Find Shelter In This House Of Cards
    Show My Hand And Face The Odds
    Soon To Rise The Sun Always Sets
    To Face The Day Often With Regret
    Like Perfect Snowflakes That Form A Drift
    For Choices I've Made Rid Me With Guilt
    With Flickerind Candlelight I Now See
    Everything Thats Been Given To Me
    Even Though It's Foggy At Best
    And I Know Again That Lifes A Gift
    A Gift Thats Given I Won't Forget
    If I can Remember What I hold So Dear
    It Will Help Me Most To Face My Fear
     
  2. mellon

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    Oops I see now there is a sub-forum for Poetry. I guess a Mod will move this if they feel the need. Sorry
     
  3. Aerianne

    Aerianne Lifetime Supporter Lifetime Supporter

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    There you go.
    BTW, I like your poem.
     
  4. mellon

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    Thank You for the move & comment. You a very kind. :)
     

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