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Array ( [sid] => 81918 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Untouched [time] => 2005-01-28 21:42:29 [hometext] => rainy days are my inspiration. solid ctritism is accepted, thanks for reading. [bodytext] => I have got to tell you in my loudest tone!

My flame no longer glows,
And things are standing still.
Taking a silently drive to my fate;
Even to this I'm sure to be late.

I've got to tell you in my loudest tone.

When my pen comes alive and my heart goes dead,
What becomes of what is read?
Only there the flame appears and burns,
What is not invisible to me.
Ashes that is spoken upon,
And nobody will look close enough to see.

I have to tell you in my loudest tone!

When is it your to judge?
For it does not exist.
So why not be quiet and join the people who hate me on that list.
If that tables turn,
I hope yopu dance,
Then you'll really see, and spend a minute in my skin.
Realizing what sort of vaccum you're in.

I must tell you in my loudest tone!

To every dark cloud, there is a silver lining.
I know my words are blurry and blinding.
And to all things that were unspoken,
I shall not accept defeat...
My bridge is not broken.

And when i do cross it,
While being sharply watched
You'll hear in my loudest tone,
"I REMAIN UNTOUCHED"

[comments] => 4 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 6 [informant] => ROUGE [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
Untouched

Contributed by ROUGE on Friday, 28th January 2005 @ 09:42:29 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



I have got to tell you in my loudest tone!

My flame no longer glows,
And things are standing still.
Taking a silently drive to my fate;
Even to this I'm sure to be late.

I've got to tell you in my loudest tone.

When my pen comes alive and my heart goes dead,
What becomes of what is read?
Only there the flame appears and burns,
What is not invisible to me.
Ashes that is spoken upon,
And nobody will look close enough to see.

I have to tell you in my loudest tone!

When is it your to judge?
For it does not exist.
So why not be quiet and join the people who hate me on that list.
If that tables turn,
I hope yopu dance,
Then you'll really see, and spend a minute in my skin.
Realizing what sort of vaccum you're in.

I must tell you in my loudest tone!

To every dark cloud, there is a silver lining.
I know my words are blurry and blinding.
And to all things that were unspoken,
I shall not accept defeat...
My bridge is not broken.

And when i do cross it,
While being sharply watched
You'll hear in my loudest tone,
"I REMAIN UNTOUCHED"





Copyright © ROUGE ... [ 2005-01-28 21:42:29]
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Re: Untouched (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 28th January 2005 @ 09:46:22 PM AEST
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It's loud and clear. Well expressed line of thought, and all too real.


Re: Untouched (User Rating: 1 )
by autumngreeneyes on Friday, 28th January 2005 @ 10:05:04 PM AEST
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really good...except..you need to use ..
When is it your to judge?

the word you're. :-)


Re: Untouched (User Rating: 1 )
by faithmairee on Friday, 28th January 2005 @ 10:47:08 PM AEST
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i dislike long flowery poems and prefer the really real ones like yours...reality isn't always pretty, but it's still reality...i thoroughly enjoyed your piece that told it like it is...great job!

faithmairee


Re: Untouched (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 29th January 2005 @ 12:35:59 AM AEST
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good freestyle. if this was supposed to be formatted for rhyme scheme, not too good then.




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