Cynicism.it's said the meek inherit earth,Cynicism.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I must disagree;
the world, in truth. belongs to those
who lie successfully.
to those who take advantage
of simple minds and easy trust
to those who are think and act
with no concern for what is just.
they raise us with the reprimand,
"OBEY THE GOLDEN RULE!"
but golden and sacred though it seems,
it makes for honest fools.
I suppose that we can't tell our youth
the truth about this earth;
for then we'd be an anarchy,
cynics from our birth.
there's no reward for those of us
who live an honest life.
but there is always gain to have for
taking shortcuts through your strife.
and you may call me a cynic,
for these words I boldly speak.
but you can witness, every day
the human race is weak.
MorpheusSee,Morpheus1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's just too good to not be real,
The colors are too bright to be
Another tepid fantasy.
I watch the world around me change.
I take in stride the world I see,
For surely, it's reality.
The truth could never touch me here.
Here, sanity can't mar my bliss.
All apprehension, I dismiss.
With sweet, intoxicating fear,
I plummet into the abyss.
And far too soon, I wake from this.
it hurts.when words came easy, thoughts ran trueit hurts.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
was when I became friends with you.
no conflicts, hate or secret words
but now the truth is left unheard.
there's so much more that we could say.
is it supposed to hurt this way?
it always starts so clean and pure
it's nice, not something to endure.
but people change and friendships die
but I don't want to say goodbye
can I help that we're losing touch?
is it supposed to hurt this much?
i lie awake and think of you
and wonder what you're going through
descrying signals that you've shown.
why think you have to stand alone?
they say that ignorance is bliss.
is it supposed to hurt like this?
bitter chill, you're frozen through
it's cold, being alone with you.
the silence terse, a gaping void
it leaves us both so paranoid.
and now it seems you're letting go.
is it supposed to hurt me so?
why do we only voice the flaws?
why are these ancient wounds so raw?
why can't we find a middle ground?
why slowly die without a sound?
could it be we've reached the
zombiecome taste my tears,zombie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
come see my scars,
come tear my heathen flesh apart.
come destroy me,
come and scold,
come choke down the lies you've told.
we're neither worse nor better at the ending of the day.
neither of us triumphs when
we kill and die this way.
I'll break your bones,
I'll cut your veins,
I'll seek catharsis in your pain.
all that we are,
I'll feast upon your beating heart.
we stagger to the finish line, flesh torn and souls decayed
with neither of us living since
we've learned to live this way.
HypnosWords,Hypnos2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Get lost within this sea of clouds,
Cotton soft and gentle-white.
Please leave me be so I can doze,
Turn off the coldly stabbing light.
The pull to where I must not fly,
So downy soft and velvet black.
I rue the sleep that I have missed,
But Hypnos always calls me back.
ThanatosSlip,Thanatos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A leaden weight upon my chest
Compels me to a deeper sleep.
Afraid to think I'll lose this fight,
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
Float away to where I must,
Exhale a prayer and close my eyes.
The rest have left, but one remains...
and I don't hear the last goodbye.
Old PhotosPages upon pagesOld Photos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of beautiful, glistening memories.
Such a beautiful house
Such a beautiful yard
Such a beautiful family
Could it ever have been mine?
Such a beautiful life...
They swear that once,
it was mine.
Was it real?
Could it ever have been real?
Was I ever so happy,
as I look under the gloss of the old photos
of people they tell me I know?
Such a beautiful life...
I can see it before me
Memories I never knew I had,
People I didn't know I knew,
Faces I didn't know had changed.
upon years of dust,
Maybe a part of me remembers...
posing for the photos they swear are of me.
I just want to believe
That beautiful life
was actually mine.
Nothing to ShowThe characters in history seem insubstantial ghosts.Nothing to Show2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their beings captured in old film and hollow words, at most.
Yet, all that stands between us is perspective and the ground,
and Time, the silent, ruthless, host to which our souls are bound.
It turns a pleasant stroll into a desperate, cut-throat race.
It spells a damning elegy in new lines on my face.
How long until those traces form a map of decades passed?
How many hours to waste before I wile away my last?
I'm too old for the kids menu and far too old for toys.
When yesterday I crawled, I must tomorrow walk with poise.
What's this about working? I was a child yesterday.
When did I get so jaded , tall and lost? I cannot say.
What's left in my wake? I see but shadows and closed doors,
abandoned drafts to show for dreams and scars to show for sores.
If I cut my losses, would I be the worse for wear?
I don't know where I'm going, but too soon, I'll end up there.