Sentient being-
Trying to find a way to cope
to live, to breathe
a human existence.
A heathen.
Saved my self from
dogmatic dramas,
pinned hope on false futures,
to suture swirls of pretentious pasts.
-the loveless are the blessed creators.
We are the misunderstood,
pouring passion into half empty triangles
as second-handers steal from beakers of thought.
Enrichment through our toil,
could never have been so easy, right?
To blossom and bloom under flattering sun,
while there are those who prefer the cast
of reflective moon. Away from collective praise.
So the cast is shifted, bringing sunny praise
to harm's hurts, under the reflection of concave lens.
To know nothing, but the ho-hum drum
of the care-nots, planted by side of forget-me-nots.
Hunted by mobs of those who would martyr,
the ebb and flow to possess the self-possessed,
versus the self-centered
and those who carry a centered self.
Just who are the sacrificed?
Those that feel they have a right to claim
sanction on self, or the creators
who relinquish their creations?
When you strip away layers of me,
do I not also scream in violation?
The framework compromised for others
to empower themselves upon.
Beaten down to shackled skin, it chafes-
etches scratched quietly, below ashes and sand.
Fertilized soil, raise in heaths -seeking flight
beyond feather and bone.
Trying to find a way to cope
to live, to breathe
a human existence.
A heathen.
Saved my self from
dogmatic dramas,
pinned hope on false futures,
to suture swirls of pretentious pasts.
-the loveless are the blessed creators.
We are the misunderstood,
pouring passion into half empty triangles
as second-handers steal from beakers of thought.
Enrichment through our toil,
could never have been so easy, right?
To blossom and bloom under flattering sun,
while there are those who prefer the cast
of reflective moon. Away from collective praise.
So the cast is shifted, bringing sunny praise
to harm's hurts, under the reflection of concave lens.
To know nothing, but the ho-hum drum
of the care-nots, planted by side of forget-me-nots.
Hunted by mobs of those who would martyr,
the ebb and flow to possess the self-possessed,
versus the self-centered
and those who carry a centered self.
Just who are the sacrificed?
Those that feel they have a right to claim
sanction on self, or the creators
who relinquish their creations?
When you strip away layers of me,
do I not also scream in violation?
The framework compromised for others
to empower themselves upon.
Beaten down to shackled skin, it chafes-
etches scratched quietly, below ashes and sand.
Fertilized soil, raise in heaths -seeking flight
beyond feather and bone.
Author notes
H e t h a
I have changed this extensively from its' original version. I wasn't happy with the original.
In a list
A contest entry
- WHAT'S IN YOUR AP NAME OR IMAGE???? by dustookie2.
3500 points, ended July 22, 2007, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Write a Namesake Poem by Stormraven.
1500 points, ended November 27, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - What does your username mean? by KnightOfTheRose.
700 points, ended September 6, 48 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I loved it. Very good poem you have written. The honorable mention was most well deserved. Thank you for taking the time to enter. Great job on this and best of luck in my contest!
-Steve- -
M'Lady, if I may be so bold,
I know I am new here, and so my opinion of others, will be subject to scrutiny for a long while, as well as my fledgling poetic verse, but I've read some of your works. In my opinion, you deserve far better than your lot. To say your true face is beautiful, would be an understatement.
~Hakon
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Very educational. And very suitable. I had always wondered where your name came from! This poem did an amazing job of showing where the name came from and also how it fits you. I especially love "Hidden in truth, silenced by lies". Rock on!


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Fabulous poem Hetha. It was filled with passion and feeling and it kept my attention. The word choice was pheneominal!! I loved it.
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This is really good , thank you for entering my contest , Storm


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intriguing good luck
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a very appealing poem which faithfully reflects your soul ... rather than an open book, your words hold a certain mystery, without promising a magic revelation though ... what I felt from your confession, was that those who are apt to look behind appearances and who know their own true face, maskless, will be able to see and appreciate your true face ...
it is a very beautiful face, my dear lady ...

maa

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I felt the determination and the pace at which i read your lines was my own mind making this stand with you...I like the use of the repetition for tell it how it is you draw in your reader make them listen thank you for the pleasure keep strong.

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Good Luck!!!
Wow this piece is very deep indeed! I'll have to read some of your work.

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Beautifully done Hetha, you write some very compelling pieces. I always enjoy anything you have written...Scott


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This is good! It's thought provoking and i had to read it several times. You are right; lies can silence the truth but it's short lived. The truth always comes out in the end. Well done!
Love,
Amera ♥

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