A fanatical lyrical dance

A fanatical lyrical dance

A Poem by Jane Doe

 

A mystery. A storyline. A muddle
A lyrical dance.
She swept her arm across her shoulder and down to her knees
She delicately turned her head and rolled her eyes down to the floor
Through her countenance stories were unfold
Pain
Rage
Fretfulness
Tormented soul
All gathered into a mold of innocence
A virtue that turned into a victim
An oppressed soul
A product of a conventional society
 
Brought up in an illicit home
Wondering when will the pain stop her enormous ach
When will she be able to flee?
She threw her head sadistically
Stressing upon her rage
While she turned in circles
That divided. Knotted
The circles doubled
She's no longer in control
Lyrical
Ironic
Masochistic
 
Turning into a hurricane
No longer does her mental and physical entwine
Now there dissonant
The strings broke, the sound got wiry
You can see the aggravation in the faces of each and everyone of the crowd
But she refused to stop, turning in a faster pace
 
Climax.
 
She falls
Surrounded by the cause
Carnivores that won't ever leave
Coming to watch her collapse
And there she lies declaring her defeat
The stagger of a graceful lyrical dancer
 
She can no longer hear the drums
Her heart beats no longer harmonize with the beating of the rain
She has lost her grace
While trying to find her way out of this tousled strangled maze
Heartbroken through another wage of crusade
Running against the masters of war
Struggling through the sounds of the harmonica
She slowly turns her head round and falls on stage
No longer is she amusing
No longer is she charming
Now she's repellent
Vile.
Now they leave
They all leave the languished dancer on stage
Withering
Grieving
Sniveling
Fading
 
Oh what a fanatical lyrical dance.

© 2009 Jane Doe


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What a crazy dance that had to have been indeed! It sounds distressing, in a depressing way. It's an overall great write.
Welcome back, by the way.

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I am eighteen years of age and growing up is my biggest fear. I am a total mess nothing in my life goes as planned , but I am content. I cant drink something if there aren't 3 ice cubes in it. if th.. more..

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