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A Rejoicing Agony
Contributed by
SpreadYourWings
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Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 02:45:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Staring into darkness with a disease that can’t be cured
Open lights that stand still to sit softly near the curb
No one told you of this plan to make you sweetly cry
A plague inflicted to only ones who surely meant to die
And if this cross upon your grave starts to peel away the paint
Whispering to a broken eye to look upon a solemn saint
So another choice is complete to the deathly glowing stare
Upon a crumpled piece of yarn that’s sitting upon your chair
And a small hook that wished could hold such a massive weight
A feeling of such completion, such a wonderful feeling state
The thunder of your alley gives off another city light
One that can’t be fixed to our changing civil rights
The newspapers in the corner as you crawl into your bed
Headlines read of such good news that somehow infest your head
Another sun has risen and another suns declined
Yearning for a sunlight that you can no longer find
Trapped into this jail cell for years and years and years
A forgotten sink of checkers has been lined within a tear
And so a song plays out of these speakers singing bare and dry
To conceal another hidden truth, to conceal another lie
And the pillow is becoming wet as you point towards the north
To hide another mystery as a knocking’s on your door
Everything is alright, everything will be okay
If only this yarn and hook could support me for a day
And I’ll lie upon this cotton into a tree of dying leaves
Just so I can close my eyes and get a night of sleep
And in this ground that I so love I’ll toss and turn and shift
Write a letter to a man who doesn’t even exist
And I’ll write upon my arm and burn into his name
A disorder that has left me to seek his only blame
I’ll curse upon a mailbox that has failed to take his form
And remember all these memories that fade to keep me warm
Your picture that lies next to me with incinerating eyes
And the bristles of this pine tree reminds me of your smile
I’ll wake into a moonrise as you swiftly start to rest
Sing upon a song to you that weakens to the west
And I’ll throw rocks upon your window as you calmly dream
Until the light breaks through, another flashing beam
And as you lift your tired head to the rising of the dawn
An illusion of a whisper that screams, “Where are you now my Shawn?”
I’ll call you just to hear your voice but I won’t say a word
Cause every phrase that I have said you have already heard
And I’ll draw another picture to depict this overwhelming thought
Of the memories that stick to the fridge that we either stole or bought
And I walked around your corner and went round a thousand times
Wondering when you’d take your steps to become another ailing mime
I took a knife and etched your face into this sunken wooden floor
Hoping just to pass the time as my eyes were red and sore
I lit a candle and the scent somehow it recollected thoughts of you
And the clock that hung upon my wall showed me nothing new
And I kissed upon an ocean that had been swept beneath the sea
From the frail distance I heard a voice call out to me
A poignant ballad of a man who tried in every way
But it was another misleading lie that I knew would never stay
So I crept into the corner that’s so deserving of your face
And for once a hook and yarn supported me to watch you walk in place
I slid beneath a mountain to the point of no return
And I stared into the sunlight so that my eyes would burn
So I sang upon the tree we had planted years ago
The leaves of cotton had dispersed yet no one ever knows
I came across a butterfly that had such brilliant colored hues
And its radiance and failure reminded me of you
Did you know that I once waited outside for you to rise
Just so I could be burned so deeply from your vaguely tinted eyes
But I threw my hands in the air and started walking on a road
That stretched for miles beneath a tunnel that had remained unknown
So I turned on the radio and they were playing your rancid song
Another rejoicing agony that’d been here but now gone
So I slept on the carpet floor that had cut inside me deep
And I laid for just three hours admitting this defeat
After only six years now this denial I overcame
But when looking into the mirror I cried for theres no change
So scribbled in my notebook containing thousands of petty words
That showed me of despair, so nothing had been learned
So I suppose I’ll walk back home to face another anesthetic night
To live in a sinking journal as this feeling wins another fight
Copyright ©
SpreadYourWings
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2003-10-19 02:45:27]
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Re: A Rejoicing Agony
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by DreamWeaver on
Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 03:21:15 AM AEST
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| Wow ... just wow ... |
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Re: A Rejoicing Agony
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by TearS on
Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 03:41:23 AM AEST
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| Our lives are sometimes waving left side then again in other side.....The imagination and the game with shadows are described very nicely....KEEP GOING.... |
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Re: A Rejoicing Agony
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by resurrection on
Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 05:14:05 AM AEST
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| I love this writing, in so many ways similar to myself. I can't say anything else than it is so remarkable. -res- |
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Re: A Rejoicing Agony
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by bobotheclown on
Monday, 20th October 2003 @ 01:47:55 PM AEST
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wow I need read about a hundred more times to accurately capture everything in this what a beautiful poem.
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Re: A Rejoicing Agony
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 6th December 2003 @ 12:20:19 AM AEST
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| ~:*Excellent exquisite poem*:~ hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: A Rejoicing Agony
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by Three_Blind_Mice on
Saturday, 6th December 2003 @ 08:38:45 AM AEST
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An Epic, and a masterpiece of emotion.
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