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Solo

Solo



Melancholy strings madly strumming like a guitar
Carnivorous id ravishing my morality from deep within
Inverted sleep cycles make me question reality
A madwoman NOT at work
I play a multi note orchestra  
To the current people of my life

Friends and family run fast
Away or Towards
I’m not sure.

 I have sat in silence too long
To continue the arrangement
Where I move my mouth
And you sing my song.

I will sing till
my larynx tears
Your eardrum.
The blood that will fall
Is a pittance compared to the pain
You so casually caused

So listen to me
Sing my glorious solo  
With my mistakes and all
And this time

Judge me
for who I really am. 

Comments

  1. OHHHHHHHHHH what a fantastic sentence is: " I have sat in silence too long / To continue the arrangement / Where I move my mouth
    / And you sing my song." Love that coming into one's own, where we embrace it all, and sing our song.

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  2. "Judge me for who I really am" :') Reading this I could feel something grating inside me, like maybe I should start singing my solo too. Thank you.

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  3. Oh! yes, we all need to be what we are and let the world think what it wants to.

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  4. This poem seems so apt in a year where artists around the year have literally come under fire, attacked by mad men without any concept for the sanctity of art.

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  5. This is lovely!❤️ I really loved "I have sat in silence too long
    to continue the arrangement where I move my mouth and you sing my song."❤️

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  6. Like the fire and protest... sing your own song..let it be heard!

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  7. I think we all need our voice... never sing another's tune unless you want to join a choir

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  8. Your last sentence made me squeal a sudden, "Yes!" The rest of your poem inspires me to join the speaker in song.

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  9. "I move my mouth and you sing my song" ... NEVER let it happen! Sing your solo! Great write.

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  10. Great images here. The defiant tone propels this nicely.

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  11. I'm with Sherry. The third stanza packs a punch...like a personal declaration of independence.

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  12. Having always been a soloist in the world, I can identify with this poem so much. I feel pity for those who say "I shave sat in silence too long" but feel affirmation for those who also add "Judge me for who I really am".

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    1. Some are born soloists others need some stifling to make it come out :)

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  13. There can be nothing worse than being crushed to insignificance by a partner. What a strong and relevant poem Samyuktha.

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  14. Good one. This reminds me of an anime called Anonymous Noise (in a good way) :)

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    1. Great to know. Now I'm going to check that out! :)

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  15. I love the line where you move your mouth and someone else sings your song.

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  16. "I have sat in silence too long
    To continue the arrangement
    Where I move my mouth
    And you sing my song."
    Love it!

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  17. I can hear your voice, and it is strong and beautiful!!

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  18. So glad to see you do so well! You're setting new milestones each time.

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  19. I am extraordinarily affected beside your writing talents, Thanks for this nice share.

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