Post by paperhouses on Dec 3, 2006 9:56:10 GMT -8
Hi, to anyone who might remember, I'm onemoremile just under a new name...
I haven't written any poetry for about 7 months, which is why I became so unactive, but I just thought I'd have a go at writing something again
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Her Gain
She likes to clap out of sync
to catch people out,
Or watch their frustration
as they follow her lead,
Adhere to her rules
And with such little will they succumb to her power,
She likes the ones who resist
I’ve tried to control the crowd from the back of the stands,
I’ve tried, but my hands
don’t seem to follow my intentions
And with such little will I succumb to the power,
clap unconsciously to the beat of the masses
The pulse laid down
by the rhythm of nonentities,
I was always too weak to contend
So I fill in the spaces,
replacing the lost
Stumbling as one
to the beat of Her choice,
Watching them fall
as they submit to that weakness,
and knowing its mine;
My love,
Her gain
I haven't written any poetry for about 7 months, which is why I became so unactive, but I just thought I'd have a go at writing something again
---
Her Gain
She likes to clap out of sync
to catch people out,
Or watch their frustration
as they follow her lead,
Adhere to her rules
And with such little will they succumb to her power,
She likes the ones who resist
I’ve tried to control the crowd from the back of the stands,
I’ve tried, but my hands
don’t seem to follow my intentions
And with such little will I succumb to the power,
clap unconsciously to the beat of the masses
The pulse laid down
by the rhythm of nonentities,
I was always too weak to contend
So I fill in the spaces,
replacing the lost
Stumbling as one
to the beat of Her choice,
Watching them fall
as they submit to that weakness,
and knowing its mine;
My love,
Her gain
