Eagerly awaiting the next big disappointment
Yet feeling dead enough to fly away,
We break through our chemically induced self-demoralization
And hope for a warm dissatisfaction in the end.
It's time to drown our salvation
And walk away complete.
Completely incomplete.
As we offer our most sincere gesture
A fake, unbelievable smile
We can't help but notice the irony
In ten thousand lifetimes of that insignificant deception.
A sort of restless incapacitation of desire
And our last remaining enchantment.
This, we take with us as we walk away.
For what little good it does,
You won't find us here again.
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I love this poem
Its sets my mind alive .. give me things to mull over
Best wishes to you Julie
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I love the oxymorons in here.
Completely incomplete.
As we offer our most sincere gesture
A fake, unbelievable smile
I love reading those kinds of things
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Glad you decided to write again. It's a great piece, and I love the word-play.
A sort of restless incapacitation of desire
LOVE IT!!
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P.S- Don't laugh at my pitiful punctuation here. I know it's all wrong. I just didn't bother with it while I was revising and re-wording
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i don't think it's garbage. the title was especially good.
but no, seriously.. i did like this. it was hard for me to concentrate what with Fable in the background and whatnot, but i liked the general feeling this poem gave, and i can understand it. either way, a good first poem to get back into the swing of things.
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