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Alpha Lyric Dance, a Calling

Poetry By: Alice Oiseau
Poetry


I was listening to a song by Linkin Park which led to one thought, which led to another, which led to another... which led to a breakdown... which led to this.


Submitted:Jan 1, 2009    Reads: 149    Comments: 10    Likes: 8   


Alpha Lyric Dance, a Calling

by alice oiseau

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Ah and so we meet again

Face to face

with stark eyes and defined structure.

Your wicked smile matches mine and

we begin to circle again.

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These walls are unbreakable

These walls are invincible

These walls are impossible

And they imprison me so.

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I remember well

A time where an angel's voice sung,

piercing even the depths of hell.

I remember well

A time when flora bloomed

defying the speed of light and passing shadows of the past where I once dwelled.

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Ink smeared onto these walls

Irreplaceable and permanent as it stains

leaving its mark upon my hand, my soul, my heart.

Scribbles of memoirs and cordial's breathings

Useless and petty now as

I grind my teeth at the walls that moan.

Oh! what enticing torment!

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How I long to race with shooting stars,

How I long to dance a ballet upon water,

I see them and how they perform so swiftly

and it gnaws at me so, raw to the bone!

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Static, alas

All water has run dry

and no longer can I grow.

No longer can I be...

Here I sit in the afterglow

Desperate, pleading, and slow...

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I beg of you, enlighten me.

Light the candles and clear the cobwebs

that begin to cluster.

I know not how much longer I can last.

A suicide or a murder?

Tis not a question I can answer,

for I am merely the victim, a penholder.

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I know a newly born babe will learn to walk at its own pace

Just as a flower will bloom in its own time.

These philosophies crowd my thoughts,

Collide with my foolish wants;

my love and my nemesis----damn thee!

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I yearn to walk not in their footsteps

But rather make my own by their side,

Challenge those of keen eye

and bid these walls forever goodbye.

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And so we meet again

Face to face

with stark eyes and defined structure.

Your wicked smile matches mine and

we pick up that pen and duel again.





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