Heaps of discarded achievements.
Atrophy runs rampant and unimpeded
Throughout this intricate system of spirit
Eternally degenerating the fabric of our purity
...Hemorrhaging and overtaking within.
Affinity for the dull and gruesome acts
Thoroughly perfected at the hands of man.
Evisceration of our morals and our culture
However, is this our true, our new culture?
Affluent in the fine art of absurd and obscene
Thanking no one, taking everything, taunting heaven?
Everything fades for some to flourish
Hands held high to our ritualistic scourge
Adios things once touted higher than gold
Termination is just a beginning
Emptiness is the result.
Is this about man's desire to be recognized/become important even when in the end it really means nothing? It's what I got out of it anyways.
It's always inspiring to read your poems. :)
Hemorrhaging and overtaking within, my favorite line, beautiful words~~
I agree with above me, I'm ready to go out and start my day and you're talking about being so empty and lifeless, cheer up buttercup :3
very wonderful :)
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Wow, good work
how come you have time to write everyday? nice one
;-; such beautiful poems
like i said before, i wrote these a long time ago
nice :)
Very nice poem.
You should write more stories, good poem none the less.
sounds very despondent, you down?
great poem loved it
very deep indeed!
"Affluent in the fine art of absurd and obscene"
this is faaar to pervasive in society, especially the young folk. My lawn, off it.
Dark. The picture suits the poem.
your poems do have souls. greetings
ooo poetry :]
love the post... I want to see moar!
Love your post! You have a very nice blog, keep it up.
p.s. you are super gorgeous =]
your poems are LEGIT, way to go
love it
That picture really works for the poem, sets the mood.
This reminds me of a mmo... hrmph
Deep. You should write a happy poem, very depressing stuff. D:
wow, i'm touched, you're good.
keep at it.
Do you ever write anything happy? I'm starting to feel really bad for you. D:
Dark but good. The best poetry seems to come to personal pain. Keep it up, but not too much!
I like this stuff. Just dropped by to check your blog. I hope youre checking mine too.
Really like the poems !
very good stuff, you should try writing a stream of consciousness narrative it's rare hearing one from someone who understands all facets of the english language, normally everything becomes as childish as hemingway
love it
Lovely, nice choice of image too
Painfully beautiful.