Contemporary Brain
A neon sign flickers on,
But years of soil cover areas of the four letters,
Leaving the original word obscure.
The empty city is only full of ragged clouds,
Stained with dirt and sin.
They alone provide the only breath of consciousness.
Life continues on its usual trance
Like a circle continually rotation with no pause.
Noises circulate and are consumed hungrily by the eager master of thought.
Desolate and gray create this color scheme,
Except for the small fragments the neon sign provides.
The pathways are exponentially big,
But their arrangement creates a system of repetition.
Time and distance are useless.
The plain taste of normality governs
And not even salty tears provide change,
For they to have gone bland.
The clouds of thought float aimlessly with no understanding.
The light sputters and dies.
.
The memories are splattered on the walls,
And like spit on hot cement they beckon for attention.
The evolution of character is portrayed in one moment of many times.
The smiles plastered forever with ink on various colored paper is haunting.
Faces within them are strangers although they reflect one like a mirror.
Truth tears the seam of illusion,
Familiar mouths scream the lies and tangles.
No rag can cover an eye so keen to the hallucinogen of deception.
And it is all so real.
I race to see my reflection,
My face is contorted,
To be me is no more.
Instead Gregor stares back at me,
Metamorphosized into something unknown and grotesque,
But no one seems to see me change.
Maybe because I never really changed
And my mask has finally shed off.
Life cannot thaw and continue.
Progression cannot occur.
Not until the screaming ceases and the knots unravel.
Soon the past will fall and everything known is no more.
I start to sweat,
My skin hardens,
And my insides transform and painfully churn
My face warps and the horrendousness seizes.
I lay flat on my back,
My arms are blue with no oxygen
And somehow I’m still alive.
But not to them
And not to you.
Everything known is unchanged
I am silenced.
Martyr Environment
Her hair was made out of petals,
Each one representing each species in the world.
Her bones were trunks with roots clinging off of them,
The strength of her many years remained untouched
Her skin is a light sprinkle of earth,
That swirls in the wind but replenishes.
Her eyes were the emerald leaves
And water formed her gleaming lips.
With the help of the sun that made her shine and grow,
She was magnificent with every color in her grasp.
He had been her mate before the beginning of time,
But in current times his rays began to burn,
And her lips began to evaporate.
As she lashed her anger against the sun,
Her lips began to freeze.
She couldn’t breath
Her lungs fill with VOCs.
Each toxic compound gripped to every stem.
In the beginning humanity cared,
Nurturing and giving but greed filled their hearts.
We whip her like a slave,
Soon she will be forced to render on her knees
Time passed and she rapidly withered,
And her eyes fell to the ground.
Blind and desperate she began to waste away.
Humanity’s change of heart is temporary,
GOING GREEN is the latest fad,
And just like last fall’s fashion it will pass.
Today its boots, tomorrow hello pumps.
She continues to pay for our past
They give her a shock
The pacer slows down.
And a red flat line dooms us all.
Recycled Tradition
Man of the house,
Man I look up too,
Man that brings hope,
Brings worry,
Anger,
Sadness.
Man of opportunity,
Opportunistic man.
So many adjectives to describe man.
A man.
Singular.
Above law or so he thinks,
Above humanity he believes,
But with these beliefs he has sunk
To the bottom of my thought.
Love him equally as before,
Respect him equally as before,
Before memory can recall.
Freud’s theory I will not allow,
Better dead than I do,
To someone as cold as you.
Don’t want to be her,
Even if I love mama so.
Strong in normality, weak in change.
Tradition I will not continue
Cycle I will break.
Home is no haven.
Just another roof to stand under.
Arguments are infectious,
But man somehow always wins.
Fate falls in my hands,
There are no gods or oracles to choose my path,
Victory I strive for,
So in my reflection he stands.
Woman of the house,
Woman that looks down upon others,
Woman of hard eyes,
No emotion shown,
Hardworking,
Lonely,
Angry.
So many adjectives to describe women,
A woman,
Singular . . . Me.
Ok well thats it for tonight I still got to study for math and take a shower. NIGHT!
Peace Out,
Lili AKA Smurfburrto
2 comments:
DUDE i haven't finished reading yet but I just HAD to tell you! Your poem about earth dying? Dude... on the last line, i swear, CHILLS. No exaggeration. All down my body. It was unpleasant and scary. But good job! :)
haha sweeeeeeeeet =D
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