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Yoinn
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since 2007-08-16

Posts 649
Michigan

0 posted 2009-06-23 01:13 AM

The Ballad Of Yoin

It eats me, it eats me bad.
Throwing my hands high,
I attempt to implode the memories once again,
and fail again.
There will never be resolution.

I think back to the first time I saw you
and how stolen from that one innocent moment
was a need, a yearning for each other
that could never be denied.

How intense we were for each other, how ravenous.
Two people, living on the edge,
finding a haven from the onslaught
of their tortured lives.

But, like opposite sides of the same coin,
we were one, but could never be together.
Only in the shadows of the secrets we kept
could our colors be hidden.

We saw the tragedy coming,
felt it coming with a roar,
like a train wreck
that couldn’t be stopped.

So with our passion alive
and dripping from our chins,
we turned and faced it.

Part 2

I pleaded for you to stop,
to change before it was to late.
You only smiled and talked
about choices, and lack of them.

And when it happened, when it all exploded,
small animals scurried back to their homes.
The crows took wing on the morning air
and a lonely warrior prayed for his redemption.

The wheels of our passion had jumped the track
And the tragedy that we had become,
chewed up the earth
like an angry force of nature.

There on the ground, you looked up at me
and whispered my innocence.
I held you, I looked into your eyes
and my heart stopped when yours did.

It eats me,
it eats me bad.

PART 3

He hides his pain,
forces it down in his discipline,
and asks why their eyes are cast away.
He swallows apathy meals that are fed to him,
a victim of a social bulldozer.

Intensity and rage fester behind his eyes.
Speak to him never of false compassion
or men in suits who chew on lies
like bubble gum and blow them pink in his face.
They wait with stones and blackballs of blame,
to be thrown and fell him low and lonely.
His dreams, nothing but rose petals
for the important to trod on
so as not to sully their time with the truth.

Once he was a beautiful man.

EPILOGUE

Standing in the rain
buried under the cold ground
I still remember.

CLOSE

Yoin ( yoh EEN) is the Japanese word for any kind of moving experience that causes profound emotional reverberations.

[This message has been edited by Yoinn (06-23-2009 02:30 AM).]

Clang
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since 2005-12-15

Posts 222

1 posted 2009-06-23 04:07 AM

I come here several times nearly every day, but I rarely post. You paint very evocative pieces that describe similar codes within myself. I wish I had your talent for depiction and disclosure. Absolutely beautifully done. I am a fan.

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

2 posted 2009-06-23 07:49 AM

"He hides his pain,
forces it down in his discipline,
and asks why their eyes are cast away.
He swallows apathy meals that are fed to him,
a victim of a social bulldozer.

Intensity and rage fester behind his eyes.
Speak to him never of false compassion
or men in suits who chew on lies
like bubble gum and blow them pink in his face.
They wait with stones and blackballs of blame,
to be thrown and fell him low and lonely.
His dreams, nothing but rose petals
for the important to trod on
so as not to sully their time with the truth.
"

wow...some great lines of truth here...

M

Yoinn
Senior Member

since 2007-08-16

Posts 649
Michigan

3 posted 2009-06-23 09:34 AM

Clang,
I don't embellish at all when I say that it means the world to me that this poem reached you on a deep level. It has't always been so but is now the reason why I write and post my poetry. Depression is a wicked and ferocious beast that is very hard to tame. It is my belief that no one is ever cured of depression, we just build up our coping mechanisms to keep it at bay. Appreciating the beauty in life. Accepting that we are not only the person we were in the past but are recreating ourselves every time the sun rises. It is this constant building up of ourselves that calms the depression beast.
Be happy my friend.

Yoin

Yoinn
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since 2007-08-16

Posts 649
Michigan

4 posted 2009-06-23 09:36 AM

thank you nakdthoughts,

Truth is what I strive for.

Yoin

brneyedgrly
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since 2009-06-08

Posts 1125
nowhere and everywhere

5 posted 2009-06-23 12:42 PM

The wheels of our passion had jumped the track
And the tragedy that we had become,
chewed up the earth
like an angry force of nature.

There on the ground, you looked up at me
and whispered my innocence.
I held you, I looked into your eyes
and my heart stopped when yours did.

It eats me,
it eats me bad.

~i feel you, yo...

: )

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

6 posted 2009-06-23 06:12 PM

quote:
There on the ground, you looked up at me
and whispered my innocence.
I held you, I looked into your eyes
and my heart stopped when yours did.

So intense! The quoted stanza made me think of Neda, the Iranian girl killed in Teheran ... if it read "your innocence" ... sorry for deviating, but your beautiful verse just fits that tragedy so well.

I appreciate you very much.

Love,
Margherita

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

7 posted 2009-06-23 07:27 PM

This is off the chain! Excellent imagery, pounding tempo and excellent storyline.

This kind of raw emotion is cathartic and unusually honest in its presentation.

Well done. I am a fan as well!

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

8 posted 2009-06-23 07:41 PM

I too am a fan. You are so right, we just go from day to day re-inventing ourselves.

Yoinn
Senior Member

since 2007-08-16

Posts 649
Michigan

9 posted 2009-06-25 10:18 AM

Thank you all for your wonderful replies. I really am not surrounded by artistic people much in my life. So sometimes I stray away from my poetry. When ever I come back here to passions, the flame is relit and I enjoy my art once again. Thanks to you all for keeping my poetry flame alive with your replies.

Yoin

brneyedgrly
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since 2009-06-08

Posts 1125
nowhere and everywhere

10 posted 2009-07-23 10:49 PM

yo

this is intense and intelligent

and i feel like it is your best writing

so i want people to see it again

love you,

shel

my mind won't rest and I don't sleep...
not even in my dreams ~ s. nicks

angellea
Member

since 2009-03-29

Posts 144
NC, USA

11 posted 2009-07-23 11:06 PM

well, you have certainly stirred my emotions, yoinn. such a powerful and intense piece.

maranda

Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

12 posted 2009-07-24 03:16 PM

"We saw the tragedy coming,
felt it coming with a roar,
like a train wreck
that couldn’t be stopped."

~ This entire poem was an emotional train ride for me, however, the aformentioned lines had the greatedst impact for me. I felt them in the pit of my stomach as I recall a similar experience.

Your poetry has the power to move its readers.

EA

vandana

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since 1999-10-22

Posts 10463
USA

13 posted 2009-07-24 06:40 PM

enjoyed

Yoinn
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since 2007-08-16

Posts 649
Michigan

14 posted 2009-07-25 05:16 PM

thank you angellea, Im always glad when i stir a little something up in someone

yoin

Yoinn
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since 2007-08-16

Posts 649
Michigan

15 posted 2009-07-25 05:17 PM

EA, as always i really am glad for your replies. thank you very much

Yoin

Yoinn
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since 2007-08-16

Posts 649
Michigan

16 posted 2009-07-25 05:18 PM

thank you vandanna.

Yoin

Just reworked my old poetry page. Check it out before geocities takes it down. Yoin

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