Collab - Feeling low.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Joshuwah, Oct 4, 2008.

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  1. Joshuwah

    Joshuwah Well-Known Member

    Soaking in the pool of my own silence
    The bottled anger soon to explode
    Wishing without wanting for
    The scars to just appear
    So no to commit the act
    My sin.

    Three familiar hands move
    Counting without letting on they know
    The time of which is left
    The ultimate secret lies
    Within and contrained by
    Thee familiar hands.

    The cork in my bottle
    For which I hide my emotions
    Knowingly keeping
    Rotting my soul
    For the cork to fail
    And the relief of release
    But, the cork, the material
    Unbreakable, Unmaskable

    Relief so hard to find
    So easy to accomplish
    Freedom likes the bird
    Wings to aid its flight
    My wings were a Honda
    To the end of night
    To fly like a bird
    To be unbelievabley free
    Such relief I've lost.

    Slight dampening with water
    A smooth foam flows
    Dipping for the next stroke
    Removing the unwanted
    Normal and precision
    A shaver
    Your best friend.

    He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
  2. patacake

    patacake Well-Known Member

    josh thats an extremely deep and thought provoking piece of poetry ,


  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Amazing poem :)
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