Neurocracy

October 28, 2009
By ForeverXNever2 BRONZE, Coplay, Pennsylvania
ForeverXNever2 BRONZE, Coplay, Pennsylvania
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The other day I met a boy, who bled cold with lies.
He told me that those who never live are better off when they die.
At first I didn’t believe him, but then I began to think
as the empty bottle shattered on the floor and my pills fell down the sink.
And as they buzzed around the drain, dropping down one by one,
His whisper haunting in my head. “You are not the sun,”

He said,
“You and I, my friend, we are not the sun,
But empty vessels surrounded by the desert.
Neurocracy!” he cried, “My friend, that is not a word,
But you’d be surprised what you find when you dig down in the dirt.”

My friend, my friend, I call him now. You see, I do believe,
for all my life I’ve tried to live, but for living, I was so naïve.
It was the floor that shattered my empty bottles and the sink that swallowed my pills!
“I’m innocent!” I pleaded. “Death is not the cause of dying, life is the one that kills.”
Pointing to my good old friend, his silhouette no longer there,
The judge’s anger reflecting in my eyes, “No God will answer your prayer,”

He said,
“No God will dare to answer your prayer,
You are what you deserve, a disgraceful sinner.
Redemption!” he cackled, “Your fate is not the lottery,
And if it is, you receive no incentive, for your ticket is not a winner.”

The other day I met a girl, who smiled simply sweet.
I told her dying is a great reward, for a life of bliss is pure deceit,
And as she stared, my cold eyes began to melt, ice began to perspire.
Fear was my last resort, as my eyes sparked, to flame, then to wildfire.
But she remained untouched, vulnerable to my words.
Then she spoke, “Who are you to cut off the wings of the flying birds?”

She said,
“You, hopeless fool, cut the wings of birds,
I am no bird. I fly with, or without wings.
Death!” She laughed, “You see, I fear not the angel of death,
Some day death may come to me, but I find a blessing in everything.”

And as my soul withdrew into a distance, I cried,
“Oh my, my dear friends, I am just a waste of breath,
I am nothing more than a waste of life…
a waste of death…”

The author's comments:
This is a piece is something I wrote awhile ago. In my head it's recited like a song but you can take it any way you want. I think this poem says alot about who I am.

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on Jan. 31 2012 at 1:01 pm
MarleyRainbow PLATINUM, Valles MInes, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
one good thing about music is, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

there are no words that describe what I think about this piece but they are all good. you have a very creative mind, i enjoyed reading it.

on Feb. 7 2011 at 5:55 pm
secrets_of_silence GOLD, Gisborne, Other
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life had i loved the more
had it but passed away
as quietly as the day
ebbs from the darkening star.


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