Disgracing humanity with the spark of her life,
and trying to imagine life without this cloud
shadowing her desolate, dreary world.
Sometimes it’s better to prove you’re alive
with the pain from the razor’s red tears
or the swirling colors from the bottle’s end,
than walking through life in a daze.
I remember when people held dreams for me
to succeed where they never could,
but those have been crushed by my failing hope;
as the faith disappears from their eyes—
their love for me staining their heart.
I’ve been exiled from reality and left
to wander about trying to justify my existence,
but so far I’m failing and the tears keep falling;
so I drown myself in misery—give in to desires
and forget about what I was searching for...
I just succumb to the numbness...
Author notes
Meh...more depressing stuff from me...yay me...
Written May 3rd, 2004
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Beautifully done. Great form, nice wording, and it all flowed so well together. Really classic as well as a little depressing. Its like magnifying the situation you were talking about if that makes sense to you anyway...great write. I really enjoyed it.
~Bethany~ -
"Disgracing humanity with the spark of her life"
Surely your not talking about yourself. Because I know no one who glorifies humanity more. I know it doesn't mean much coming form me anymore, but ica, even now, when your mad at me, I'm miserable, I had no idea what the fuck i would do if you were actually gone. But im still here. (no clue if that made any sense or not)
Mark -
I'm sorry i can't make you feel.
I'm sorry i can't help.
I'm sorry i failed at everything whenever it comes down to it.
A waste of flesh -
Parents can be so disappointing; with all of their years of "experience" and knowledge they can never grow enough beyond themselves to ever truely see their offspring for what they really are. Honestly, mine cannot even get past how other people view them, whatever.
Good luck Ica, I know neither of us can maintain this routine forever. If one of us has to make it I hope that it is you. Amazing poem as always.
Sounds like it should be called "Great Expectations" -
Can broken wings be mended,
Or caged birds be set free
Able intent corrected
Despite one’s charity
Hell forever liveth
In personal lament
Soul destroyed by wishing
To eradicate comment
Pandora’s box once opened
Has loosed turmoil and pain
The truth for every person
‘Twill never be shut again
The ability of another
To burden and chastise
Can only be a power
When we take on their lies
I liked your poem for all that it examined. When, oh when, are people going to allow their offspring to grow and develop, in a framework of freedom and encouragement. I despair sometimes of parents who offer a critical eye to their siblings, instead of love and acceptance for who they actually are. Good luck in overcoming your parents limitations. PS nice write by the way.
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