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An Orchestra
October 22, 2009
I hate music
She yells. He yells louder.
That is the music
Which seeps through my walls.
Doors slam,
A car starts.
The blade dances
Over porcelain skin
At six in the morning,
Three in the afternoon,
Ten at night
My music plays loud.
His fist makes contact,
She yelps in pain.
The blade dances
Over porcelain skin
In a red river of tears.
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This article has 17 comments.
MelanieLouise PLATINUM said...
on Jul. 29 2010 at 2:34 pm
really great poem :) keep writing, Mel. Check out my stuff if you would like
shelby_kat DIAMOND said...
on Feb. 16 2010 at 5:57 pm
OMGGG! I loved this(: its very insightful and it blew me away.
also, thank you for checking out my stuff too, i acually put up alot better stuff but it hasn't been acceptted yet :/
also, thank you for checking out my stuff too, i acually put up alot better stuff but it hasn't been acceptted yet :/
Free.The.Poison PLATINUM said...
on Feb. 14 2010 at 9:43 pm
I agree with the others. Nice poem.
Alisha62293 BRONZE said...
on Feb. 3 2010 at 4:23 pm
I really like this poem. it has a nice flow to it =D
Venus Monday said...
on Oct. 31 2009 at 7:53 pm
I like this, it has feeling and a story to it.
rosecrusher BRONZE said...
on Oct. 30 2009 at 10:36 am
This is sad but it opens my eyes. I see what you are going through and my heart pittys for you. Poems are an excelent way to express your self and by you writing this poem you express your self very clearly.
egarrison said...
on Oct. 29 2009 at 7:48 pm
This poem really paints a picture in my head on how you feel about this and what your experiencing. This is a great peice of work that i am sure alot of people can relate to. I like how you named all the times that it has happened and exactly what it sounds like to you. I like how you compared this to music and how you hate it.
literaryaddict PLATINUM said...
on Oct. 29 2009 at 4:44 pm
this is a very powerful and emotional poem. but PLEASE, if something like this is going on, you need to get to a safe place.
nevercliche159 BRONZE said...
on Oct. 29 2009 at 12:52 pm
This poem is so awesome....I can really hear and feel what you are trying to so. Do not change it!
roxamania96 GOLD said...
on Oct. 28 2009 at 3:41 pm
I don't think I can even explain how beautiful this poem is. It's perfect.
AbbotRabbit GOLD said...
on Oct. 28 2009 at 11:18 am
This is a beautiful poem!!! So many kids have parents that are in abusive relationships. i myself had to deal with many. cutting yourself is a resort that many teens are looking toward. This is a beautiful description of a cutters inner emotions and writings like tthis one are the ones that will open manys eyes toward this epidimic that is hitting are nation so quietly.
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