The Joyous Dark Journey

June 4, 2009
By Livvie GOLD, Plainfield, Illinois
Livvie GOLD, Plainfield, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Music screams the words we're all to afraid to speak.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.


We die alive
We cry laughing
We mourn clueless
We hold eachother empty

I shout in silence
You cheer in vain
We become dry in the pouring rain

We soar wingless
We fall standing
We applaud with no hands

We shoot with no bullet
Breathe with no breath:
Sleep without rest

We hurt with no pain
Scream with no feeling
Share secrets without revealing

Dry tears will fall
Hugs will be empty
Truth will be fake
Time will have no peace

Thunder sounds with no crash
Futures hold empty pasts

Memories will fade
Joyous heartbreak will remain

Punches fly with no hurt
The best has become the worse

Rainbows go black the sky gray
The night becomes the newborn day

Life will be death
And right will be wrong
No one sings the finishing song

Hands fall rising
Shock is no longer suprising

Smiles are now frowns
While the whole world
is upside-down

We see eachother blind
As we yet again die alive
laughing tears and sweating blood
all the way through the joyous dark journey


The author's comments:
I started writting this poem after I saw a preview for The Haunting In Connecticut with the poem that starts with " One fine day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight" and I started writting, I hope you like this poem as much as I liked the turn-out. Thanks for reading

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