The Gang of Five
Beyond the Mysterious Beyond => The Arts => The Written Word => Topic started by: Malte279 on August 10, 2011, 09:26:06 AM
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Pages unread where you penned down ever to be read?
Or were you just a waste of ink or maybe none of that?
What was really the intent of him who penned you down?
Were you perhaps a mere vent never ever to be shown?
Did he want you to be found and read "against his will"?
Or was there no purpose at all you were ever meant to fulfill?
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This case of me can hold a lot
more than I mean to keep
encased sensitivities
outside do rarely peek
It is not so much on purpose
as it is just my way to be
all honest cheer out to the world
the rest encased in me
Where was this one comping from?
I was quite unprepared
for short cut note of misery
I'd rather have been spared
So out I went under gray skys
of what had been a fine day
tiny droplets drizzling down
befitting the dismay
I sat down on a red wet bench
feeling all numb and stung I did try
to let some encased sentiments out
but no, I did not cry
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What song is that Malre279?
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It is not a song. These are random verses I wrote. Sometimes I write down some poetry and most of which I never posted since much of what I wrote would be impossible to understand for anyone who didn't know the background.
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So silent's the night around
Except for wind and rain
But what I want to talk about
As lights are slowly fading out
My mind cannot attain.
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A little dream of luck
lasting 45 days
after five years of applying
ready to give everything
full of hope and optimism
that the beginning was made
then out of nothing the turn down
for lack of the job-experience which to obtain
one is not given the chance anywhere
smiles fade, lights darken, colder it gets,
no further way.