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Array ( [sid] => 116103 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Bitter Song Upon My Lips (Is Better Left Unsung) [time] => 2006-03-08 21:08:44 [hometext] => This is about struggling to not say things in a fit of rage that you know you'll regret later on. [bodytext] => I bite my lip until it bleeds,
tasting copper on my tongue --
and once again, this song of anger
pleads with me to soon be sung.

I feel the burning in my belly,
raw and boiling blood alive --
words are roaring deep inside me,
rage thrown back on overdrive.

I feel like growling, screaming, shouting,
freeing fury in your ears --
machine of anger, I've become,
in silence, grinding teeth like gears.

This song is boiling deep inside me,
riffing, diving through my bones --
raw distortion up my spine,
and seemingly, my will, it owns.

I want to crack you, I lust to break you,
to smash your face into debris --
my thoughts are baying for your blood
and begging me to set them free.

The acid words are crawling fast,
muted now, but not for long --
these words of poisoned anger beg
to scream to you their vengeful song.

I could let my voice destroy you,
should my wicked tongue unwind --
yes, I could sing that song of hatred,
but no, it shall remain confined.

The poison fights to pry my lips
apart, so they can live --
they know that once you hear them, you'll
be too hurt to forgive.

Yet with every passing word you say,
this song still begs to breathe --
I feel its claws inside my mouth,
but there I make it seethe.

This song of hatred, oh so pure,
is strong and hard to fight --
yet still it is a lyric that we
should not dare recite.

So silently, I swallow whole
the bitter words upon my tongue --
regardless of the rage within,
the song is better left unsung. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Freak-of-the-Week [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )

The Bitter Song Upon My Lips (Is Better Left Unsung)

Contributed by Freak-of-the-Week on Wednesday, 8th March 2006 @ 09:08:44 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

I bite my lip until it bleeds,
tasting copper on my tongue --
and once again, this song of anger
pleads with me to soon be sung.

I feel the burning in my belly,
raw and boiling blood alive --
words are roaring deep inside me,
rage thrown back on overdrive.

I feel like growling, screaming, shouting,
freeing fury in your ears --
machine of anger, I've become,
in silence, grinding teeth like gears.

This song is boiling deep inside me,
riffing, diving through my bones --
raw distortion up my spine,
and seemingly, my will, it owns.

I want to crack you, I lust to break you,
to smash your face into debris --
my thoughts are baying for your blood
and begging me to set them free.

The acid words are crawling fast,
muted now, but not for long --
these words of poisoned anger beg
to scream to you their vengeful song.

I could let my voice destroy you,
should my wicked tongue unwind --
yes, I could sing that song of hatred,
but no, it shall remain confined.

The poison fights to pry my lips
apart, so they can live --
they know that once you hear them, you'll
be too hurt to forgive.

Yet with every passing word you say,
this song still begs to breathe --
I feel its claws inside my mouth,
but there I make it seethe.

This song of hatred, oh so pure,
is strong and hard to fight --
yet still it is a lyric that we
should not dare recite.

So silently, I swallow whole
the bitter words upon my tongue --
regardless of the rage within,
the song is better left unsung.

Copyright © Freak-of-the-Week ... [ 2006-03-08 21:08:44]
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Re: The Bitter Song Upon My Lips (Is Better Left Unsung) (User Rating: 1 )
by thesinner on Wednesday, 8th March 2006 @ 09:15:43 PM AEST
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fantastic. I feel your rage. exellent write

Re: The Bitter Song Upon My Lips (Is Better Left Unsung) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 4th May 2006 @ 01:16:02 AM AEST
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In some places, the consonants are excessive in relaton to the words that create the beat, for instance " Alive" and "overdrive" in stanza two, as opposed to "bones" and "owns" in stanza four, which fits quite well (et.al). However, this a very perfervid poem, and it's also very punchy, which is owed on some degree to the format, but primarily to the content, which leaves no doubt as to the writers emotions whilst penning it. It's impossible not to feel the contempt for this person-that's how well the emotion is portrayed.

You're welcome,
black.

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