Post by Alexandrea on Oct 27, 2005 11:31:36 GMT -5
Here is where I will post poetry I admire for one reason or another and mayhaps one or two of my poems...though to be honest, I am not a very good writer...honestly, I suck. Anyway...after that fair warning I will start this thread with a poem by yours truly. Then A couple by a poet or two I like.
Suicide/Ignorant Homicide
If tomorrow is always today then why keep playing the same old game?
Drift off into a time with no time, no place to hide.
A rift in the modern flow of drugs and death,
It's all morbid and old...
Drop that cover of popular beleifs and show the real, the vulnerable.
The naked vulnerability that is clouded by the need to hide,
Hide our sober selves so that broken family ties blur to appear mended.
Filling the cracks with material things...
The future hanging from a noose, slowly swaying pendelum.
The tick-tock of time slowly draining the life from the younge and confused,
Forced to feel the need to be more then godly but gods ourselves.
The Great Gods of Hollywood...
We are all too blind to see the shattered chalise of the adolescent soul.
Rose-colored glasses shall slowly fade to reveal what we've become,
High on the uphoria of confomrity, low on morals, and in betweem complex emotions.
Subtle Genocide of the Imprefect.
Suicide/Ignorant Homicide
If tomorrow is always today then why keep playing the same old game?
Drift off into a time with no time, no place to hide.
A rift in the modern flow of drugs and death,
It's all morbid and old...
Drop that cover of popular beleifs and show the real, the vulnerable.
The naked vulnerability that is clouded by the need to hide,
Hide our sober selves so that broken family ties blur to appear mended.
Filling the cracks with material things...
The future hanging from a noose, slowly swaying pendelum.
The tick-tock of time slowly draining the life from the younge and confused,
Forced to feel the need to be more then godly but gods ourselves.
The Great Gods of Hollywood...
We are all too blind to see the shattered chalise of the adolescent soul.
Rose-colored glasses shall slowly fade to reveal what we've become,
High on the uphoria of confomrity, low on morals, and in betweem complex emotions.
Subtle Genocide of the Imprefect.
