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Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
edited October 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I am ireful, face contorted in terse
anger, my eyes belligerent pits, cold,
twitching, furrowed and stretching outwards in
lustful hate, demanding restitution.
I am sick and so very tired of this
that so binds me, in mind and in body,
and choleric whisperings invoke me
in sotto voce, I alone hear and
I alone feel that which corrupts me.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    oh yes, I forgot. any critical comments are very much welcome. this is the first poem I've posted here so go try n go easy... :)
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    This expresses anger very well!!
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  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    justam wrote:
    This expresses anger very well!!
    why thank you :D it basically summed up how I felt when I wrote it yesterday. Thankfully I'm in a much better mood today :)
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    justam wrote:
    This expresses anger very well!!
    by the way, just to make this clear, my intention wasn't purely to express anger. I was kind of dealing with the idea of there being a little bit of the schizophrenic in all of us, in that when we get angry our personalities split into two sides - The side that represents our voice of reason and the side that represents the crazy, hateful emotions that we all feel. It seems to me that how we react to certain situations is pretty much dependant on how we control and respond to these contradictory sides to our personality. For some of us, the voice of reason pulls through and we control our anger, for some of us we listen a little too much to the angry voices that I referred to in the poem and we let them control us.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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