And it comes.
The horizon red as the “empty” skies weep,
their eyes bloody from the sights of
backs flaming, flesh smelling of skunk
when beliefs leave –
its unnatural, I tell you,
unrealistic to think that the air
penetrating the shiver, winding
in the grooves of one’s spinal cord
are made from rock
and came from the restrictions
of nothing.
And it still comes.
The wind reaping the words of
biblical and ancient pages
left in the ruins where the ancient spirits,
the only enlightened spirits for forever,
let their opinions weigh down the stone,
deteriorating from harsh words.
Blown off the pages in a touch from
lustful wants, to see the faces of
us, again.
And finally the rain falls.
Which man tries to catch in his mouth,
but realizes it's not a snowflake,
a gentle reminder of the harsh winters
to come,
but a droplet of boiled tears.
“Please don’t cry!” we call.
But our final realizations
bounce off the walls
of nothingness,
where not even a portrait of any god
is hung.
[Soon to be our souls.]
Goodbye, what I never knew.
Author notes
Was discussing yesterday in Bio how depressing it would be for a person to not have any beliefs in anything. Whatever religion it may be, athiest, evolution, whatever, as long as you believe in something...
poem by Ryno
A contest entry
- Inspired by Robert Frost - Titles Are Us by CitrineSunrise.
1200 points, ended March 9, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot.
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A dramatic and deep piece of work. Great words, my friend!
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Very strong write, good imagery. Passionately sustained exploration of non-belief and the emptiness.
Thoughtful, I liked the way the final line linked back to the first, and the reference to the rain falling took me to nuclear protest songs of the fifties and sixties. Well done. -
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Forgot these
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16 huh? That's hard to believe after reading something like this with such maturity and depth. I agree with your author's notes. I'd respect an atheist over an agnostic anyday. At least they believe something.
Now I add you to my favorites
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reminds me of points of view and how they evolve with experience but never really change, the awe and wonder of these thoughts will likely reach for other explanations and teach other things, but somehow remain as truths... a life without guiding beliefs...wonderful thoughtful writing here...PK
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Thank-you very much for the kind comment
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Not bad ...
but instead of "for forever", I'd say "of forever".
All in all, this is an amazing poem. There are a few weak spots, but they are blown away by the rest of this. How old are you? Seventeen? That's a hell of a write for someone that age. Kick a*s, I'd say.
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Thank-you 
I just turned sixteen three, four days ago.
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Ah ...
well, then, my point is even more apropos.
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This must have been a very deep discussion in your class because your entry just blew me away. Magnificent imagery and brilliant metaphors within this amazing piece you penned for the title. Thank you for your entry and best of luck in the contest.
Joyce
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I'm not a strong believer in Christianity, but I do believe that God is there and will take care of us when we need it.
This is a stunning write... The imagery here is very hard-hitting, especially the line:
"Which man tries to catch in his mouth,
but realizes it's not a snowflake,"
Powerful, yet beautiful. (Like the person you are! )
Good luck in the contest!
~Cassie
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