i set fire to the stage i ignite the wistful crowds i burn off the age ain't no care about any shrouds.. they cheered me on screaming " one more song " i force a smile and i go on again get down on my knees but shouting still, i fight this pain i sway and they sway with me as i get down all i hear is my name i search and research the crowd people creating a frenzy on meeting my lingering gaze ow! the speakers blaring so loud but my eyes don' rest and alas they're covered in a misty haze.. i don' see him out there but my heart goes on still with a silent prayer disappointed , i shred another solo, moving my fingers in a burning frenzy my heart cries out loud .. and i scream louder..none then i can see i burn my fingers against my guitar the crowd screams and howls..i sweat it all out.my mind afar " you are no good" .. " " oh come on..get rid of that black hood" " i have no time to listen crap..its better if you study just as you should" " yeah right..ill come..ill see you perform..i have some feelings too.im no wood.." i can't take it anymore..and i throw it away the crowd howls louder..i stop.. i refuse to play they try and stop me but the look in those burning eyes stops them far from my way i splash cold the freezing water on my burning face its red with fury.." what's with me? " .. i am the ace i walk back home away from madness..all alone i knock and hear no answer i barge in there he is..still busy taking no notice of virtues or sins lying on the cot i think to myself, did i ask for a lot? he should've come, he was my brother but oh yes..he's busy as hell..he has others tears feel warm against my freshly washed hot face i try and pass another night in this god damned place i pick up my guitar play some more he won't notice he won't care i play loud..i beat the strings he knocks..i don' care he comes in and i smile as if he has some angel wings he stands there and i look up he screams " care to put it down or just the fu** up" right..here goes another thud over it is like every night i sleep on it yet again...fighting tears , fighting plight..
silent prayer? Shredding solos? What, emo metal? Btw it looked real(was it?), going by the words, I'd call it intense and gripping, just like a good story... Poetry-wise, good.
haha.. umm.. kind of real.. and thank you .. p.s. no more replies? whyyyyy is this forum becoming sooo dead.!?!
i dont knw what to say.. this poem is like a short story in phrases ... thier is noting unsaid ..u can do better
umm ... but i dunno why ..i mean..whats wrong in leaving nothing unsaid..i likeee blunt poetry..sometimes.. ^_^
^ ... blunt poetry (this word is a gold mine even google couldnt find it) .... when u write just ever thing the number of strings that ur reader can attch with get reduced .. poetry isi aspect main prose se different hai .. poetry is like women she just dosent says what she is saying lol
hehe ... that was the greatest compliment.. i am brighter than google..eeee.. ^_^ hahaha..kiddin.. i liked the woman example.. seriously.. h m m .. !
I read it in the voice of Bruce Dickinson .. I donno why but it gave me such a feel.. Great lines, i might borrow them..