For Your Entertainment #3: Poetry
The echo chimes within these walls.
I listen to it rise and fall.
Like us, the wave tires from motion.
Rapid movement can not last, no matter the devotion.
"The Disillusioned"
Inspiration eludes me,
The marginalized is all I know.
The filth of this culture chokes the lungs of creativity.
All I see now are contradictions.
My battle between love and lust grows old.
All I long for are meaningful truths, and all I know is fiction.
Words fail m,
The rapid pace of distraction sapped my mind long ago.
Acting without thinking is animalistic,
But thinking without acting forms a prison.
And I, for one, am tired of these bars confining me.
"Untitled- March 2007"
This was not my intention:
To swell your eyes,
Bruise your brow,
Bend your back,
And elicit a scowl.
"Pain"
A knot resides in my chest.
A bundle wound unlike any other.
A weight sits on my being.
A mass greater than any other.
I'm choking from inside out.
Despairs dark grip holds on tight.
"Darkness"
Darkness is not a shadow.
At least not in the terms we know.
It is a blanket of comfort to those of us who stoup this low.
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