there is a tragedy soiling the integrity of my faith pocketed neatly beside my discretion left to sour all in its proximity
it is my tattoo, my branding seared into my consciousness and leveling its proscription without warning
...it is a guilt warn about the neck, heavy pulling me deep into my own affliction and burying me
headfirst
under my own insolvency and it lives with me
borne of a promise, broken on the back of a sickeningly beautiful encumbrance that left me no choice but to choose
and i- although gunshy- approached the silhouttes of two distinct dreams and shot one in cold blood
refusing to confirm the kill, i wait for it to stir...
and i find myself praying for forgiveness from a god that taunts the institution of love by condemning it's adherents to imperfection and conflicting desire
and i- although gunshy- approached the silhouttes of two distinct dreams and shot one in cold blood
refusing to confirm the kill, i wait for it to stir...
and i find myself praying for forgiveness from a god that taunts the institution of love by condemning it's adherents to imperfection and conflicting desire
and i find myself praying for forgiveness from a god that taunts the institution of love by condemning it's adherents to imperfection and conflicting desire
one cannot love poetry if not applauding this piece well done Poet.
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." "there are no writers just channels" ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that
i find my poetry to be mostly self reflective, if not self-loathing.
like.
i'm generally pretty hard on myself. people who've taken poetry/psychology (especially as it relates to creatives) classes, is there any significance to be found in that trend?
or is poetry just a largely morose avenue of expression?
i use it to be expressive in most ways my mouth won't allow me to. it's relieving to be able to sit down and just write, no worries, no frets, no expectations; just write. flush it all out and hope the mind gets rid of what was there before the poem... *shrugs*
7. "RE: question:" In response to Reply # 5 Fri Mar-31-06 10:01 AM by seraph219
>i find my poetry to be mostly self reflective, if not >self-loathing. > >like. > >i'm generally pretty hard on myself. people who've taken >poetry/psychology (especially as it relates to creatives) >classes, is there any significance to be found in that trend? > >or is poetry just a largely morose avenue of expression? > >lol
i'm not sure if you check for literary journals, but i think there's quite a bit of narrative or character driven poetry out there, along w/ stuff concerned w/ ideas moreso than "expression" perse. and there are plenty of poems out there where the speaker isn't supposed to "represent" the author. so, the writer's ego or psychology isn't always at stake. when there's no room in poetry to experiment as far as p.o.v. or perspective, we're in trouble: categories won, and productive discourse takes the L. same goes for being able to just spill emotions on the page. basically, there's room for everything and everyone.
"in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real." --Sylvia Plath
>...it is a guilt warn about the neck, heavy >pulling me deep into my own affliction and >burying me > >headfirst > >under my own insolvency >and it lives with me > >borne of a promise, >broken on the back of a sickeningly beautiful encumbrance >that left me no choice but to choose > >and i- >although gunshy- >approached the silhouttes of two distinct dreams and >shot one >in cold blood > >refusing to confirm the kill, >i wait for it to stir... > >and i find myself praying for forgiveness from a god that >taunts the institution of love by >condemning it's adherents to imperfection >and conflicting desire
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The cry I bring down from the hills __________belongs to a girl still burning __________inside my head. At daybreak
____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK
14. "I Second That E-Motion ..." In response to Reply # 13
*Yessss*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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