In the Confines of 'Its' Grasp

Apr 01, 2008 - 21:39 PM PST

Well, technically, I'm not a writer. I won't pretend to be but, every so often when I'm given a class assignment that requires me to write, things come out... words rather. Anyhow, I'm not fond of "slam poetry" because everything sounds so serious and tension filled as well as other reasons. However, it was an assignment as I said so: [by the way, it sounds better when spoken... but then again, sometimes it's easier to not say anything...] and so what if I take the easy way out? it's a shell of protection [it's kind of like how Lisa doesn't sing because she's afraid]. By the way, that's what I like most about the show, it shows everyone's fears and insecurities. It makes people (or me specifically) feel less alone. And although it's "not real," it feels real enough for me. Gosh, I'm going on and on... Here's the poem: [btw, I'm fond of allusions... also, I think I was angry when I wrote parts of this or rather I got caught on a wave of anger when writing it... never mind... also, I don't consider myself an artistic type... or maybe I was afraid of it... anyhow, I'm a math type person... I think... why do I feel like I'm trying to defend myself...?] Also, the end kind of sucks to me... I didn't know how to end it... I think I'll shush now... >.<
(Written in Fall 07)
Waves of words come crashing in
hypnotizing her, causing her thoughts to completely comply
A forceful gaze attempts to break down her barriers
In turn, she realizes there are reasons to "its" glare and she doubts.
A subtle word of protest and she is pushed into a bottomless pit
She SCREAMS, unwilling to submit.
Her eyes adjust and she looks through the dark
loopholes in "its" thoughts allow for doors along the sides
She grabs and grabs but her hold breaks, crumbling into dust...
She stops screaming.
Suddenly, she's effortlessly in the side of the wall
Silence was all it took..
The price of her mouth for peace.
Able to contemplate with no mouth to voice her disagreements
a "little Mermaid" whose goal is to have free reign over her thoughts
the time she retrieves her voice will be the day her cold war begins
"How do I train or prepare myself?"
She asks, but it's futile
so very tempted to lash out, HEAD ON; HEAD STRONG
However, her goal is inconspicuousness
Like a mouse who steals food, un-noticed until it nibbles the cake
She attacks from a semi-safe distance: A bow and arrow.
Spotted, she hides.
Too late. Again she's a target
A repetition of debate and retreat, Debate and Retreat
always with the odds of roulette where "the house always wins"
An Artemis who is seen during her bath by the mere mortal
Held by her throat, she knows there's no end.