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Red Violin in the Volcano; anger+angst=bad
Topic Started: Apr 27 2006, 07:52 AM (104 Views)
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Ok with this poem I think I have officially gone
to intermediate skill level of making
poems. This a poem
I did a project on volcanos. I gave female friend
Of mine this poem to read, we worked
on the project together. Anyways
It has anger and angst we worked
Together on the project
and I was bored. Did this
all myself. And the message
Is clearer than water, and the
Rthyme scheme finally
got it down. This is a supernatural
poem, my new favorite kind of poetry.




Red Violin in the Volcano

Sometimes I have a time of
Stillness, but everyday I wake,
And I stare at the walls,
But the walls seemed to
Be too binding, of my
Yellow hotness, the walls bind me,
And keep me away from
Everyone and lock me, my
Anger locked deep inside me
Hurting from pain, and the strings
Of my heart played softly,
Like a Red Violin.

So I go outside today,
The strings of anger and
Sadness play, and I flood
The land. Clambering through
Ten-foot thick tall weed. And
Everyday I run as fast as
I can, red-headed from anger,
Tumbling down forests and
Trees. So everyday when the
Volcanoes erupt, the redness on
My face, reddened of anger.
Sweat pouring down my orifices,
Like red-hot magma pouring down
My long face.

And that was when I
Fell down from anger. As if
Weak, unable to move, maybe
I had nothing more to say.
The people ran away from
Me again, the trees grew taller
Where they hid, the forest
That grew several meters bigger
Where they lived, and the
Ocean water seemed to come
In huge curly waves, of very
Intelligent sea animals Isolated
Stuck at bay. Really were
They afraid of seeing pain?
Only fate could be keeping them
Away, when I seeped through
My cracks and shacked, it was
A fiery earthquake.

But why I asked were they afraid?
Were they like me? Angry,
Misguided locked away, in walls
Of stillness? Laws that binded my
Anger, so when freedom called
For me from anger, like a
Whistle calling they ran away? Hearing
The eruption coming again.

It could be that they were afraid?
The strings inside me seemed to
Vibrate, and it seemed to play,
Like a violin, noisy, quarrelsome.
But then it had began, to rain
Blue rain, people that had ran away
From me, came out from tall
Trees of jade, but the ocean was
Calm, like sets of graves, and people
Were Far away concealed.
I shivered and shacked,
With wintry vibrations, or
So it seemed or could it be?

Were they hurt? But who
Really cared anyways? The planet
Forever mine. Would be land
Maybe someday. I would beat up
Anyone away. Just once more,
Once again, and then silence
Would fall again. Lava all locked
Up in these grim walls, and still
They would be free once more,
Pouring hot burning lava down trees
And then, and then, it would rain
Blue rain, and blue coolness from these
Strings, would wash this yellow anger
Away, from my soul, buried for
Many years. Where there beated
Very deep underground,
A red violin.
Note: My english writing skills need work so donīt even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I donīt like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
Deirdre_the_Sorrowful
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i like.

for some reason "tall trees of jade" stuck out in my mind - it's a good phrase.

the violin sections are my favorites; i think the language and symbolism used are powerful.
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