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Author: Astarael
ASL Info:    19/Girl/Baltimore
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This was written directly after a fresh attack by the right wing on gay marriage. Damn straight pissed me off through the roof.


They told me not to speak
To curb the poetry of my tongue
Which sat so languidly in my mouth
Ready to attack its opponent
With a rapid-fire barrage of words.

They taught me what to see.
To ignore the spinning
Of the earth on its axis
And the hordes of youth
Conforming to their social status.

They told me not to love.
To keep my feelings to myself
And focus on something so less fickle.
Don't fuck in the dark.
This celibacy spins cobwebs across my heart.

They told me not to fight
When the shadows start to loom
As the vultures span their eerie wings
And circle thunderclouds overhead
How can I not die
While this city goes down in fire?

So ignore the media
And our apathetic leaders.
Release your libido
While your hands are cuffed
And your head's in the clouds.

Submitted on 2006-11-15 21:07:55     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I'll say something that has nothing to do with this poem but has something to do with you:



don't be.

All I wanted to say was... I really hate bringing up the age thing, but you do write wonderfully for a 16 year old... much more mature than, hell, 99.99% gas-bagging in stilted abab quatrains about how they want to slice themselves or f.uck over this person or other general nasty emo sh.ite.

It's refreshing to read something with art in mind, the play of words over emotion which brings that emotion to the forefront, funnily enough. You'll go far (as you ever can in the world of poetry and art. Ha. I'm just being a damn cynic) if you keep the soul... and never sell out.

Which is kinda what this poem says to me. Bugger. I wasn't meant to go on about your poem but I did.


People will tell you everything not to do or do... (like I just have in a way) but really, are you listening to the crap coming out? You realize it's crap and not worthy of your time, yet still you'll have your say, hence the first two lines.

It's after midnight here and I need some zzz's. Wish I could say more but I'm shattered.

Nice piece. Remember what I said (or don't)...

| Posted on 2006-11-16 00:00:00 | by alteredlife | [ Reply to This ]

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