My Yen

My Yen

A Poem by TheLastEclipse
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Yen is a feeling of happiness or mental pleasure

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My Yen

 

When I saw her lips tasting that exquisite wine,

I knew right then that she would be mine.

So I touched her hands from behind,

I told her eye-to-eye;

I told her that it's time.

 

Strength gained through weakness,

Death gained through life.

Bastardy from the father,

Inferiority from the superior.

            Life! Life can be a paradox.

            That's when I look at my son,

            And I see all the things I have done.

Beauty comes from the comparison of horridness.

Displeasure from an overdose of bliss.

            (At times) I can have such a strong desire

            But to my father; the coward! the liar!

            Stick your hands into the fire!

Purge yourself now!

 

I stuck with my wife-to-be,

Sticking with my own quandry.

Then she looks at me,

And soon I see.

This is who I am.

Hypothetically being hit by a ram.

 

Impurity is lost innocense.

Hate is from that broken love.

Fixation must be done to the broken.

A clear throat from the choken.

            Life! Life can be a paradox.

            That's when I look at my son,

            And I see all the things I have done.

Beauty comes from the comparison of horridness.

Displeasure from an overdose of bliss.

            (At times) I can have such a strong desire

            But to my father; the coward! the liar!

            Stick your hands into the fire!

Purge yourself now!

 

            To my son,

You are the one!

I am not gone!

You shall not be the b*****d I was.

You won't be like me,

Son you will see.

I won't leave!

  won't leave!

  won't leave!

                        I will not LEAVE!

© 2012 TheLastEclipse


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It's funny how that happens sometimes, when we're so happy that we get that disgustingly sick feeling in our chest that tells us "it'll all crash around you soon, don't be too happy now" we start second guessing ourselves and start making mistakes, and once again we run. Cowards...but I like that you ended fighting. It's not easy staying, when it's so much easier to run. You're son would know strength at it's best then. Don't leave. ^_^

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on November 27, 2012
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Tags: Yen, Happiness, Redemption

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TheLastEclipse
TheLastEclipse

Crossville, AL



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I have been writing since the age of twelve and have been creating oral tales since before that. I am a Christian but have a twisted way in some of my stories. I write poetry, stories, and I'm a cas.. more..

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