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16:10
And once again, I feel so alone, my heart's a piano, a beat with it's tone, I just wish I could have gone, gone with the rest of them, lived my life without the eyes, instead of wrapped up in this blurred disguise, play the game they said, and I said, and I tried, I really did, but it's hard to keep track, to say what they want, because my mind speaks too loudly, it screams and it shouts, and I try to back down, and I try to keep still, but all the time there's that voice, that pushing gap I must fill, and I want to believe it, and I want to scream loud, but I'm afraid they won't hear me, and I'll just sit back down.
Because I do think it, I know I'm not strong enough, not strong like you, to be with you, I can't join you, I'm not worthy enough. My heart just beats like a piano, they join and form patterns, a tune that echoes through my lungs, hugs me and holds me, through those lonely nights, just me and my heart, beating loud, refusing to back down, until again that I shout, but no-one will hear me, not even my heart, and I'll curl up and shiver, and wait for the stars.
But what path have we choosen? Do we even chose our path, parallel or curved, those that lie so far away, so close to others, some even trailing behind those that lead with a bright lamp shining at those they approuch. Should we accept our roads, or even if we don't, could we change them, could we ever take that step?
We're made by our mistakes, painless opinions that hold us and shake, shake the curses free and sit us back down, so we can hold back our feelings and forget of the sound, the sound that beats in us, and keeps us alive, the heartbeat like music, that speaks deep inside, we try to ignore it, we refuse to break free, but it'll just shout louder, like the waves of the sea, smashing and crashing against the rough cliffs of your mind, until one day they'll fall, and we'll do no more than drift, but one day we'll think straight, and one day we'll see, that above more than anything and above all you know, there's always your heartbeat, the one that does show, and for once we might listen, and for once we might care, because we'll finally live our life instead, and we won't stop to stare.
And once again, I feel so alone, my heart's a piano, a beat with it's tone, I just wish I could have gone, gone with the rest of them, lived my life without the eyes, instead of wrapped up in this blurred disguise, play the game they said, and I said, and I tried, I really did, but it's hard to keep track, to say what they want, because my mind speaks too loudly, it screams and it shouts, and I try to back down, and I try to keep still, but all the time there's that voice, that pushing gap I must fill, and I want to believe it, and I want to scream loud, but I'm afraid they won't hear me, and I'll just sit back down.
Because I do think it, I know I'm not strong enough, not strong like you, to be with you, I can't join you, I'm not worthy enough. My heart just beats like a piano, they join and form patterns, a tune that echoes through my lungs, hugs me and holds me, through those lonely nights, just me and my heart, beating loud, refusing to back down, until again that I shout, but no-one will hear me, not even my heart, and I'll curl up and shiver, and wait for the stars.
But what path have we choosen? Do we even chose our path, parallel or curved, those that lie so far away, so close to others, some even trailing behind those that lead with a bright lamp shining at those they approuch. Should we accept our roads, or even if we don't, could we change them, could we ever take that step?
We're made by our mistakes, painless opinions that hold us and shake, shake the curses free and sit us back down, so we can hold back our feelings and forget of the sound, the sound that beats in us, and keeps us alive, the heartbeat like music, that speaks deep inside, we try to ignore it, we refuse to break free, but it'll just shout louder, like the waves of the sea, smashing and crashing against the rough cliffs of your mind, until one day they'll fall, and we'll do no more than drift, but one day we'll think straight, and one day we'll see, that above more than anything and above all you know, there's always your heartbeat, the one that does show, and for once we might listen, and for once we might care, because we'll finally live our life instead, and we won't stop to stare.
Woah, thanks a lot! :0D
That's the first time I've really ever done poetry... felt so good to write. Always loved flow in writing... I thought it would have been a lot more difficult than that.
Sorry if I seem like I'm boasting or stuck up my behind or whatever, but I really liked writing and reading that. I really love my last paragraph there... rhymes [sp?] a bit, but there are little places where it doesn't... and that's why I love it, because the flow stays, in the same sort of rhythm, but just kinda switches... I dunno, just liked it very much, don't think I'll ever be able to do something like that again. :0D
"and I want to believe it, and I want to scream loud, but I'm afraid they won't hear me, and I'll just sit back down."
Probably my favourite line of that. Sums up what's been going through my mind recently.
So glad I wrote that. Haven't written in a while. Feels great. :0D
That's the first time I've really ever done poetry... felt so good to write. Always loved flow in writing... I thought it would have been a lot more difficult than that.
Sorry if I seem like I'm boasting or stuck up my behind or whatever, but I really liked writing and reading that. I really love my last paragraph there... rhymes [sp?] a bit, but there are little places where it doesn't... and that's why I love it, because the flow stays, in the same sort of rhythm, but just kinda switches... I dunno, just liked it very much, don't think I'll ever be able to do something like that again. :0D
"and I want to believe it, and I want to scream loud, but I'm afraid they won't hear me, and I'll just sit back down."
Probably my favourite line of that. Sums up what's been going through my mind recently.
So glad I wrote that. Haven't written in a while. Feels great. :0D
That was so beautiful. and it *gasps* rhymed, but without me realising it at first, so as I read it flowed and was poetic prose, before becoming prose poetry, if you see what I mean.
I feel the same a lot of the time.
I used to get this longing feeling in my heart/gut/stomach when I thought about how happy I would be if I was in love with someone. It was a sort of throb that turned into a shiver that went through me. And it was painful and soothing at the same time. I mean it wasn't unpleasant but it felt like a different version of the choking ball you get in your throat if you're about to cry. And I tried to explain it to a girl once, well twice actually, and she just laughed and said it sounded like indigestion, without understanding it at all. THen I told someone else, someone special and they understood, and that was when it stopped really, because we both knew that we had found what we were longing for.
That might be off subject a little, but it was what I was thinking about when I read your post ("post" sounds demeaning in a way because it's such a mundane word and what you wrote was beautiful, but I can't think of a word other than post because my mind is being lazy)..
And... you've managed to do better what I was doing in a story I've half written. It's about a guy in a mental hospital, in a room, wondering about in his mind and he uses rhyming sentences... damn you :-P
I'll probably post it some time at the weekend. But time is of the essence with exam crap on the horizon.
(Everyone watch Blood Simple on C4 on Friday - Coen's first film - brilliant, black and twistedly plotted in more ways than one...)
I feel the same a lot of the time.
I used to get this longing feeling in my heart/gut/stomach when I thought about how happy I would be if I was in love with someone. It was a sort of throb that turned into a shiver that went through me. And it was painful and soothing at the same time. I mean it wasn't unpleasant but it felt like a different version of the choking ball you get in your throat if you're about to cry. And I tried to explain it to a girl once, well twice actually, and she just laughed and said it sounded like indigestion, without understanding it at all. THen I told someone else, someone special and they understood, and that was when it stopped really, because we both knew that we had found what we were longing for.
That might be off subject a little, but it was what I was thinking about when I read your post ("post" sounds demeaning in a way because it's such a mundane word and what you wrote was beautiful, but I can't think of a word other than post because my mind is being lazy)..
And... you've managed to do better what I was doing in a story I've half written. It's about a guy in a mental hospital, in a room, wondering about in his mind and he uses rhyming sentences... damn you :-P
I'll probably post it some time at the weekend. But time is of the essence with exam crap on the horizon.
(Everyone watch Blood Simple on C4 on Friday - Coen's first film - brilliant, black and twistedly plotted in more ways than one...)
And thanks. :0D I'll try and explain it tommorrow, too tired now.
Prefer the last paragraph myself.
Yup, it's half poetry. Try reading it aloud as fast as you can, seems to work better that way. If you want. :0)
Excellent. Not much more to say, not going to add to it. :)
Heh, well written Grix.
Not sure if you meant it, but quite a lot of the first paragraph rhymed (sp?) in one form or another. Very nice.
Not sure if you meant it, but quite a lot of the first paragraph rhymed (sp?) in one form or another. Very nice.
Interesting... Very well written though.
16:10
And once again, I feel so alone, my heart's a piano, a beat with it's tone, I just wish I could have gone, gone with the rest of them, lived my life without the eyes, instead of wrapped up in this blurred disguise, play the game they said, and I said, and I tried, I really did, but it's hard to keep track, to say what they want, because my mind speaks too loudly, it screams and it shouts, and I try to back down, and I try to keep still, but all the time there's that voice, that pushing gap I must fill, and I want to believe it, and I want to scream loud, but I'm afraid they won't hear me, and I'll just sit back down.
Because I do think it, I know I'm not strong enough, not strong like you, to be with you, I can't join you, I'm not worthy enough. My heart just beats like a piano, they join and form patterns, a tune that echoes through my lungs, hugs me and holds me, through those lonely nights, just me and my heart, beating loud, refusing to back down, until again that I shout, but no-one will hear me, not even my heart, and I'll curl up and shiver, and wait for the stars.
But what path have we choosen? Do we even chose our path, parallel or curved, those that lie so far away, so close to others, some even trailing behind those that lead with a bright lamp shining at those they approuch. Should we accept our roads, or even if we don't, could we change them, could we ever take that step?
We're made by our mistakes, painless opinions that hold us and shake, shake the curses free and sit us back down, so we can hold back our feelings and forget of the sound, the sound that beats in us, and keeps us alive, the heartbeat like music, that speaks deep inside, we try to ignore it, we refuse to break free, but it'll just shout louder, like the waves of the sea, smashing and crashing against the rough cliffs of your mind, until one day they'll fall, and we'll do no more than drift, but one day we'll think straight, and one day we'll see, that above more than anything and above all you know, there's always your heartbeat, the one that does show, and for once we might listen, and for once we might care, because we'll finally live our life instead, and we won't stop to stare.
And once again, I feel so alone, my heart's a piano, a beat with it's tone, I just wish I could have gone, gone with the rest of them, lived my life without the eyes, instead of wrapped up in this blurred disguise, play the game they said, and I said, and I tried, I really did, but it's hard to keep track, to say what they want, because my mind speaks too loudly, it screams and it shouts, and I try to back down, and I try to keep still, but all the time there's that voice, that pushing gap I must fill, and I want to believe it, and I want to scream loud, but I'm afraid they won't hear me, and I'll just sit back down.
Because I do think it, I know I'm not strong enough, not strong like you, to be with you, I can't join you, I'm not worthy enough. My heart just beats like a piano, they join and form patterns, a tune that echoes through my lungs, hugs me and holds me, through those lonely nights, just me and my heart, beating loud, refusing to back down, until again that I shout, but no-one will hear me, not even my heart, and I'll curl up and shiver, and wait for the stars.
But what path have we choosen? Do we even chose our path, parallel or curved, those that lie so far away, so close to others, some even trailing behind those that lead with a bright lamp shining at those they approuch. Should we accept our roads, or even if we don't, could we change them, could we ever take that step?
We're made by our mistakes, painless opinions that hold us and shake, shake the curses free and sit us back down, so we can hold back our feelings and forget of the sound, the sound that beats in us, and keeps us alive, the heartbeat like music, that speaks deep inside, we try to ignore it, we refuse to break free, but it'll just shout louder, like the waves of the sea, smashing and crashing against the rough cliffs of your mind, until one day they'll fall, and we'll do no more than drift, but one day we'll think straight, and one day we'll see, that above more than anything and above all you know, there's always your heartbeat, the one that does show, and for once we might listen, and for once we might care, because we'll finally live our life instead, and we won't stop to stare.