No title is fitting
lost in the dead air surrounding us
in a world evolving to remain so stale suppressing the misery we refuse to acknowledge yes, i know the truth brings pain and though the lies guarantee such security, they induce secluded shame if we exist only through perception then what we perceive bleeds of distortion is this confusion we’ve become accustomed to a cruel joke of the the gods, perhaps? to create beings consumed in faith yet void of virtue we spend all our lives searching only to come to the realization of what we already knew |
i suppose if anyone can come up with a title for this, input would be appreciated.
also, does anyone know where i can post my works of literature, they're kinda essays but then again kinda short stories, but its a true story? |
FairyTale Lies
we look to the skies with shine in our eyes
and this false hope we carry such unfounded faith we clutch as our hearts echo with solemn laughter we force a smile and attempt to breathe dwelling on the lie that we will find our happily ever after |
Sweet Naive Child
sweet naive child
you’ll someday know the horrors of this world the magic that it yields will slowly disappear and your innocence will fade sweet naive child your ignorance will learn and your eyes will finally see the ugly truth that you’ll soon heed sweet naive child you shall too cry for the damned and the fallen whose souls lay full of lies cold un-pleased child this world may seem so cursed but soon you shall find your own beauty in this hell-forsaken earth |
writtten when i found out my grandma had cancer....
I yearned to bring you promise
I could hear your sorrow, flowing through the night Liberated within the darkness so secure, and yet uncertain Isn't ignorance the sweetest bliss? You were always one to protect me So compelled to shield my heart from fracture To preserve it's innocence But can't you see this is in vain? Your heart became my own Therefore, already broken long ago Now I can feel you sobbing You haunt me in my wake I lay in torment of your secret I can hear it pounding in my head And when the sun rises, oblivious once again I know you'll greet me with a smile All will be forgiven since 'we' are dying And for your comfort, I'll pretend to maintain my ignorance. I didn't sleep that night as harsh realizations began to unfold My eyelids refused to surrender to the inevitable I didn't dare. |
which one is better?
this is a poem i recently found that i wrote about 5 yrs ago, i decided to revise it, yet still keep the original writing style....i will share with you the new version of this poem as well as the old version and i would like your opinion on which one you think better captures the mood ...just curious.....this poem describes all the temptation we encounter and how we willingly allow them to consume our lives. these certain indulgences become our own personal downfall...Snow White was offered an apple and lies were promised to her. she succumbed to this allure but her expectations were shattered and she fell, poisoned by her own reasonable greed.
Snow Whites Apple (revised version) i placed it in my hand so pure so DAMNED the sweetness of this cure consumed my thoughts and i drew near surrendered to temptation awakened in a trance i took a bite slid down my throat such a lovely taste i choked and fell in love with an assurance so delusional tenderly poisoned by this apple handed to me by the delight of lies and of lustful need so cursed and felt so free numb eyes lay closed yet i could still see all i left behind for this destruction and so i slumber here in my perception tainted from such captivation DECEIVED yet lingering awaiting for my carcass to wake up and harvest the wicked apple that i can only dream of Snow Whites Apple (original version) i took it in my hand so red so damned the sweetness of it all consumed my thoughts and i drew near towards the temptation i took a bite slid down my throat i choked and fell in love with my death my lost soul poisoned by the apple handed to me by the delight of lies and needs it was all so sweet so deadly felt so free cold eyes were closed but i could still see all i left behind for this apple even now i don't know how i let life go and i sit here waiting for my body to wake up and harvest the apple i can only dream of |
Mother/Maiden/Crone
To be young
and immortal yet to die a tragic life is to loathe what you've accepted but disown what you've realized this poem is about the different stages of life...which also corresponds to the Triple Goddess concept:maiden/ mother /crone....but written in a humans perspective..... when we are young we think the world is at our feet, we have our whole lives ahead of us and believe we'll live forever as we grow older, we accept that we'll never reclaim our youth, and therefor resent that fact as we are at the end of our lives, we come to realization that the we're soon to perish..yet we attempt to deny it |
little doo-dadd
sugar coated words make a candy so sweet
an illusion so real a taste of deceit eyes so blind they claim they can see a heart so broken it believes it can beat |
Shallow Serenity
the ghosts of our memories live on
and the souls of our childhoods are reborn i remember................. we vowed on the sacristy of the pinky we carelessly proposed petty harmless blackmails the world was small and we possessed shallow serenity we were so naive but from that naivety we achieved bliss |
MOTHER
i am your disappointment
yet you still strive to make me your perfect child i refuse to host self-denial plagued with a resentful smile your expectations for me to be painfully loyal consume all rational thought poisoned with a blind, self-righteous wrath you stubbornly adore if you try to force my love it will only make me despise you more mother why cant you realize your desperate attempts to cling onto me tainted my fragile mind with a shameful misery you'll never know the normal bond we should posses was destroyed so long ago i never forgave you i just accepted the pain you will never change and i will never be the same |
Since each user is only allowed to create on poetry thread, I've merged all of your's together. Please update this thread with all your new poetic writings. :yes:
Essaies aren't actually allowed on Menewsha, but you can post your short stories in the main Lit Spot forum. |
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