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Casting Call

Contributed by jaeann on Monday, 25th October 2004 @ 06:19:42 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



The rage within her, it has been born
no way to fight it off
inside herself, she is clearly torn
her mind has been sent aloft.

She aches to have the freedom
tied binds to set her free
the carousel stopped in the wrong kingdom
clouded, she no longer sees.

The more she reads, the more she's confused
riddled frustrations all the day
awakened passions that were infused
made her empty once they went away.

The stage was set, the scene enthralled
but she's lost now and so afraid
she lands crumpled from the winded fall
a touch now....is at once forbade.

The hand held out and slapped on down
pierce-like screams to muffle in the dark
stumbling, she wears the tarnished crown
for siren's whim, she is a lark.

She's heated up and simmering
a melting pot of desire on display
her melancholy in the backdrop is lingering
no presence commands or demands her to stay.

She admits to being an errant child
a half a dozen more labels would fit on cue
she wearies of the mentalities with hands so mild
intensity is definitely lacking its' due.

She's asked for she's wanted
risky efforts in and of themselves
of that she'll always be haunted
for you don't get what you need, you just get shelved.

Now, she's left with the question of her lifeline
how to nurture herself back to "there"
siren is gonna let her feel so divine
showing derring-do with narry a care.

She'll never pass the test of solitude
just to prance around on their side
she can no longer fathom that perfect mood
it went to the forest with the little girl to hide.

With all the road blocks her stairways are broken
a price, with time, one learns to pay
her release becomes elusive and unspoken
no strangers' ministrations could ever betray.

Her submission surrenders to no one
but her body to many or few
her mind slowly dies and begs to be done
as tainted juices in her will stew.

Party favor for the wicked masses
mocked affections are her price
the ticking erases or bypasses
any thoughts she might have had twice.

Her body is their golden temple
tricks done for every whim
but all they take is just a sample
leaving her alone out on that limb.

She'll not ever ask for what she wants again
just be grateful for what she gets
and if next to nil is all she gets from them
then she's gonna ante up her bets.

Curse the need that fuels her soul
for she cannot see her way
she'll find her rhythm and her roll
live her nights and sleep her day.

She'll step down from her pedastal high
a siren in need of her fix
red lip-sticked and rouged as she casts her die
of this plan no one can nix.

She lays spread-eagled and wanton
no preganant mind to rattle her loose
no one left for her to count on
as she feels the penetration of the noose.






Copyright © jaeann ... [ 2004-10-25 18:19:42]
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Re: Casting Call (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Monday, 25th October 2004 @ 07:12:23 PM AEST
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Wow..... this is the heart on a page..... ( removes hat, bows head and offers a long stemmed rose)
Larry


Re: Casting Call (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 25th October 2004 @ 08:57:23 PM AEST
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fantastic write.




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