September 28, 2010
This inadequacy is overwhelming.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
Pick ourselves up
With silly hopes
and pointless dreams.
A life of melancholy,
A heart bursting with cynicism,
Seems far more practical.

One person spins our existence around.
The trees appear greener.
Everything is magnified, vibrant
But for what?
Empty promises
Meaningless murmers of love
kisses of lust
the price we pay is far too great.

I am but a broken toy.
Why have you forsaken me?
I exude indifference,
But in the depths of my soul I am screaming,
Pleading for the pain of my past to erased.
I can lie to you a million times over,
But my pounding heart will always reveal the truth.

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dreams_end said...
Oct. 20, 2010 at 11:13 pm
Very passionate- you put a lot of emotion into this.  I think it's very well written, and I've felt the same way before.  Great job.
OurTimeisRunningOut said...
Oct. 14, 2010 at 7:59 pm
I like this too whoop!  But it seemed a little less flowy but I think it's just cause I was reading all your rhyming and then read this so it was my mind set.  Other than that, love it you little prodigy!
abigail_e said...
Oct. 5, 2010 at 7:40 pm

I really like this, and i agree with the wonderings of why. Why we have such silly and pointless dreams. I think it's because life just plain old sucks without hope, without the promise you make to yourself that there's something better. We convince ourselves there's something more than what we have here. I think there is, something greater, something more.

so anyways....loved the poem!

blackrose666 said...
Oct. 5, 2010 at 2:42 pm
wow nice job love it. your a really great writer.
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