Daj's musings

[Mahala]

I thought I'd post some of my poetry here, in no particular order. Feel free to read and throw up ;) or comment on it if you wish.

[Mahala]

battleground


You thought that you could mould me
and make me just like you,
but I escaped your clutches:
I had a different view.
I wanted something extra,
someone strong and loyal and true.
You said that I betrayed you
when that someone wasn't you.

You imagined we were laughing
and to start with you were wrong,
but as the pain continued
our laughter made us strong.
You fed your pain to anger
and watched your anger grow
'til it was all-consuming
and you thought the world should know.

You hoped the press would hound me
and reveal my wicked ways;
the career I'd worked so hard for
would disappear in days.
But people saw you coming:
they read your lies and laughed -
not at me, as you'd hoped;
the laughs were on your path.

You said that you had done this
because you loved me dear,
but love knows not the actions
that build themselves on fear.
Your actions came not from love,
but from your insanity
(and tho' you won't admit it,
from spite and jealousy)

Perhaps you saw more sorrow
as surely we would part?
But you didn't hear us promise
to face this heart to heart.
We faced the pain together
and kept each other strong.
You said that we would falter
but we knew that you were wrong.

And now that it's all over,
do you still think you were right?
Did you forget why you admir'd me;
that I would stand and fight?
And that was your big mistake -
to think that I would fall.
You forgot that I get stronger
when my back's against the wall.



So here I am, standing strong,
even stronger than before.
You didn't win this battle
and you will not win the war.

[SwissSmiss]

:puke: :lol:

first of all... :yay:
i love rhythm! ahhhhh!

and there is nothing better than triumph...

woah, i think this is the first time i bothered to post in lit&poetry. hmmmm...

[mthrlangl]

Originally posted by SwissSmiss
[Bwoah, i think this is the first time i bothered to post in lit&poetry. hmmmm... [/B]

Nah, you've posted a few other things.

BTW, good stuff, Daj.

[SwissSmiss]

oh, thank you for that super detailed information, yo! ;)

[mthrlangl]

Originally posted by SwissSmiss
oh, thank you for that super detailed information, yo! ;)

Bah and bebotherment to you. You've also posted in "magazines" and "what're you reading now?".

[SwissSmiss]

those don't count. :D

[spidergoolash]

i enjoyed this poem, daj. cheered me up. i'm kind of in the dumps right now.

[SwissSmiss]

awww! :hug: to pidey!

i personally don't get happiness when i read this poem. more angst. like i'm gonna be a bigger bitch that usual. more like hermie. :lol: j/k

[Mahala]

Originally posted by spidergoolash
i enjoyed this poem, daj. cheered me up. i'm kind of in the dumps right now.

It cheered you up??? Wow!

I'm amazed by that, I'm more with SwissSmiss on this - and I'm currently in counselling to deal with the situation that inspired this poem ....

[SwissSmiss]

:nod:

i completely understand that. :hug:

but i also see how it could lift someone's spirits because of the "triumph over evil;" or the big Fork You, so to speak. :D

[Mahala]

Cool - triumph - I like that! (let's hope it does end in triumph for Raffiki and I ....)

[YesIndeed]

Firstly, I loved that poem. It's really ... strong. And secondly, FIGHT BABY FIGHT!! I know I didn't... and I regret that.

That's really good work Daj.

[jadedskies]

I can't believe I missed this earlier. Great stuff, daj. Really. :)

[Mahala]

Originally posted by YesIndeed
Firstly, I loved that poem. It's really ... strong. And secondly, FIGHT BABY FIGHT!! I know I didn't... and I regret that.

That's really good work Daj.

Thanks! I (we) am (are) fighting - but geez, isn't it hard work??

Thanks PIT

[spidergoolash]

Originally posted by SwissSmiss
i also see how it could lift someone's spirits because of the "triumph over evil;" or the big Fork You, so to speak. :D

that's exactly what i got out of this poem. couldn't a said it better an you smiss :D

[Mahala]

untitled


"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will
soon be arriving at York"


What? Already?

Or should that be at long last?


The hours have all mingled into one
as the train
crawls along at a hideously slow pace.

We cross the border and as we do
a train bearing black stones hurtles past.

Ahead loom the industrial faces of cities,
all derelict.
Gloomy.

Gloomy mood, gloomy day.

The day and my mood both darken as we shuffle along.

Gone the cabaret of autumn colours
we were treated to as we left.
Now all we get is a dark reminder
of where we are.

Each passing factory, each tower block
taunts us.

This is what you get if you dare to cross
the border.