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Room At The End Of The Hall

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited April 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
ROOM AT THE END OF THE HALL

Shrouded, covered moments of long ago,
Pieced together by god’s dice thrown cascade
Like sea salt on shores of silted sand flow,
Eventide’s lush music, a silent promenade,
Dismiss this crass selection, such convention,
Randomly splashed, the cymbals cried,
Step lively these sounds of four plus one,
Door stops cold as entrance is denied.

Stealth in the measure, scenes from a play,
Mentioned on a page printed patterns are laid,
As sky lights pierce the darkness of the drama
Shimmered black from dusk lights the links of her braid,
Stolen glares, imagination's stories once were told,
He feels this room immortal, as timeless as pride,
Whispered hush from shadows do her eyes brightly sing,
A lonely room at the end of the hall is where I go to hide.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    you know j. you need to share more often. i like to read your stuff :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • jamjamjamjam Posts: 491
    that's really beautiful
    truly.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    thank you cate. :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I like this one a lot. :)
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  • BrainofdzBrainofdz Posts: 1,617
    I really need to take a writing class

    In other words, I love it O-man
    "Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"

    When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"

    I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Thanks to all of you for reading. Thank you muchly.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    that could be a classic.
    thats one great piece of writing.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    ROOM AT THE END OF THE HALL

    Shrouded, covered moments of long ago,
    Pieced together by god’s dice thrown cascade
    Like sea salt on shores of silted sand flow,
    Eventide’s lush music, a silent promenade,
    Dismiss this crass selection, such convention,
    Randomly splashed, the cymbals cried,
    Step lively these sounds of four plus one,
    Door stops cold as entrance is denied.

    Stealth in the measure, scenes from a play,
    Mentioned on a page printed patterns are laid,
    As sky lights pierce the darkness of the drama
    Shimmered black from dusk lights the links of her braid,
    Stolen glares, imagination's stories once were told,
    I feel this room immortal, as timeless as pride,
    Whispered hush from shadows do her eyes brightly sing,
    A lonely room at the end of the hall is where I go to hide.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    im stayin with my first comment on this piece.
    but adding, you're brilliant.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    thank you mr chadwick :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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