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on Tuesday, January 25 @ 21:59:14 UTC
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: Potential (repost)
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on Tuesday, January 25 @ 21:59:14 UTC
Orobourus writes:: " Perhaps its depression or stress or both or Im absolutely vapid because I dont think in terms of poetry..... anyway, im reposting this for your entertainment, i figure its another futile attempt to arrouse critiques or something like that, at least. Background: poem written last year about a person I met, and yes I can understand both the longing for an end and the idiocy of leaving potential behind....hence the end and the title...
An encumbering sense of herself
The comfort of plummeting into that void
…again
Another cleansing of fatal memories
Of those crumpled dreams
.
That fatal grasp
A tourniquet
With the crimson tears
Saturating into the bedpan
Spilling out and expanding
Into the vastness of the carpet
To the four corners of the world
Discovering the searing heat of the sun
And the vapid clouds
Exploring the icy depths of the ocean
Drowning in its suffering
Throughout
A pious companion
.
Here, in the yearning plains
Of purgatory
Contain the immaculate, obscured
The oblivion
Inebriated by the texture of bliss
Inhabiting this niche
Molding her home
Herself
.
While her body lies stagnant
And rapt in perfect bliss
A sleeping virgin
A dreaming nymph
Covered in crimson robes
She is Kali thirsting for the blood of demons
Her internal demons
She, the insatiable beast
Has extinguished her hunger
With a blade
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The world is meaningless and hopeless
The apathy of each generation
And small children in third world countries
Growing up with a gun
The nations dying of aids
The enslaved peoples that once flourished
The cancerous tyrants
And through all of this she only saw one thing
The blade
The hopelessness
And this was the brilliant way she ended
Days of depression
.
How ironic it is
The breath of life
How fragile it is
How when almost taken
By nature
Then bestowed again
Yet the cord is cut
With the intention
Of oblivion
With the potential of an entire world "
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Re: Potential (repost) (Score: 1)
by joolie on Tuesday, January 25 @ 22:19:19 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | ok i think you are wise beyond your years the way you write is at times intamidating for those who are not into using big words or just dont have the patience to read them all, but i do like your poems
but untill now have not commented .
keep them coming
julie |
Re: Potential (repost) (Score: 1)
by Missy on Tuesday, January 25 @ 22:19:21 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | Well, I do find most of your poems alot different from others on here, I feel sometimes you use such a vocabulary they are sometimes hard to understand, but this one i liked, was put together very well, you read it and can see all of that actually happening, its sad, but is a good write.- Melissa |
Re: Potential (repost) (Score: 1)
by blackrose12 (silentassasin_ak@yahoo.com) on Wednesday, January 26 @ 11:10:19 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | Your poetry is beautiful beyond words. I envy your talent and wish I could write half so good as you do. I missed reading your poetry lately. Keep them coming! |
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