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Living Contradiction
The rain was falling when you came crawling, crawling back to me
You always wanted to be center stage, we always thought it was a phase
Cause being the center of attention was always the rage
For you at least, pray for your ancestors the ones who are deceased
They see the dark path you’re traveling
They can see your life unraveling
Get a foothold, before you get old
Do what you do, forget what you’re told
Cause in the moments of warmth and the moments of cold
It might be then when you decide to put your up soul for auction, it’s gonna be sold
Don’t look at me in that devious way, it’s because I know you’ve lead astray
You smell like sadness and your soft eyes are stone gray
I hear it in the hallway, soft, sorrowful moaning,
The fear and contempt is growing, you went from being a person of numbers and statistics
Now you’ve lost all your hair, teeth and you are going ballistic
Oh please, I’ve seen this all before, you’re everyone’s whore
Use abused just a magnet for defection, you try to stay invisible
But you are within range of my detection
Now all I can do for you is sob and grieve, until you finally leave
This place of insufferable deception, it was a race for the despondency of man
You won the election, now you face subjection by your peers, to be exposed of all your fears
And to drown in your own tears, Sympathy mixed oddly with adrenaline
All I can think is bitterness and black and white rainbows
I wanted you to stay, but it was better to watch you go
I like this a lot, I agree
I like this a lot, I agree completely and it's beautifully written.
Now try something different...................
write this poem and release yourself from the overage of rhyme. I bet it is a super in depth piece to write then and far less sing song like...............Pain is a tool. As a poet one learns to use such tools wisely. By the way, I just found a title for some future poem of my own "The Overage Of Rhyme" when you see this on my page do stop and read it. Trust me I've over rhymed many a time in my younger years. It's a stage we poets must go through to get to that other far more well developed side of writing. I enjoyed reading your poem. Thanks for sharing and welcome to our big little community. This is a good place to practice and learn and hopefully master your craft. Just always remember, We all stand in a forest as saplings among taller trees. Sincerely, Melisssa
"...sympathy mixed oddly with
"...sympathy mixed oddly with adrenaline"~~~what a conflagaration! what a mixture of conceputalized bliss...I swoon at lines like this...the rest, rhymed like a rapsong (hmmmmmmm). If you spoke such ideas from themindtopage - we would be kinfolk in the lore - LOL - (lose the rhymeschemes and give us your heartschemes. . . . your mindschemes). Well said, Pale Wing & yes, you are rare and well come to our little rantings and weavings.~~~~~~~ Lady A