Sugar sweet candy burning, dripping
down our throats, coating our lungs, coloring
the air we breathe and ripping us apart
Let’s toast to lack of direction, absent ambition
and all the lies we swallow just because we like
the flavor of maturity burning our virgin tongues.
We want to tower like giants over the reality of our
sadness, to survive forever in a state of perpetual motion—
every moment is a blur of formless experiences
That’s the way we like it: A brash and loveless fuck,
suspending our lives in a chemical orgy
and littering our journals with cigarette ashes—
Now we’re stuck tracing the faint memories of
time forever buried under brown and
green shades of desperation and desire—
Filled to the brim with such profound emptiness
we’ll never lose the thick haze of self-loathing
that keeps us from seeing ourselves in the dark.
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Written April 22nd, 2006
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That was really powerful, I love it!! I especially like the second and third stanzas and the last one. I wish I could write like you.
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This was an awesome work worded so perfectly! Much props!
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Oh, a commentary on our times! Or, it could even be in the times of Charles Dickens, set in London! A fine poem here..makes you think about life and what we're doing with it.
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Wow. Profoundly stark view of society. Hmmmm....I like it. But I suppose you don't care much if it's widely accepted by those in the poetry world. In any case, nice write.
Sara
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