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My Anger

I want to shout inside your very head
To bruise your mind and make your senses dead.
I want to be so loud that even in your sleep
I’ll turn to shreds your fluffy cloud white sheep.

I’ve been behind the curtains of your heart
I’ve touched the strings that pull this part and that
I’ve done the tour, I’ve been part of the cast
I felt the darkness creeping in your tent.

And now I’m looking straight into the black box door
And what I’m seeing I don’t want no more
I know the master of the house, I wore his skin
And nauseous sickness takes me when I look within.

In part of what was once my dream. Now tearing up
The contract that I signed, and letting go
In truth what I will never quite undo.
Unsaying lines I have embroided in my mind.
I’m leaving, and I’m taking my devalued heart.

This hatered I will carry in my soul
While stars and suns die out and reappear
The echoes of my fury will persist
Reflected in the mirrors of forever.

Still after all that’s living and that’s dead has perished
Your pain caused to me will live on and flourish.

A contest entry

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  • Genuine Solitaire
    June 21, 2007

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    Thanks for your entry and following the rules. You poem was alright, though thee rhyming seemed a bit forced. Good luck.


  • The Lost Boy -PP-
    March 1, 2007

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    I think I overlooked that choice when I was reading poems, I'm sorry. But I stand by my statement, it's a well-written poem! =D

  • The Lost Boy -PP-
    February 28, 2007

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    I do enjoy this poem, but I'm trying to see the relevance. I see that in the second to last stanza you mention something astronomy-esque, but I think I lost the meaning.
    Out of the context of the contest, though, this is a very well-written poem.
    "Still after all that’s living and that’s dead has perished
    Your pain caused to me will live on and flourish."
    The hope in this line, is just devine. =]


    • koupolga
      March 1, 2007
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      Thank you

      Thank you very much for he comment!
      I was aiming for option 4)Hate and Anger.
      However if you dont feel it is relevant that is your call after all
      best wishes, koupolga