My YenA Poem by TheLastEclipseYen is a feeling of happiness or mental pleasureMy 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 TheLastEclipseReviews
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1 Review Added on November 27, 2012 Last Updated on November 27, 2012 Tags: Yen, Happiness, Redemption AuthorTheLastEclipseCrossville, ALAboutI 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..Writing
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