Ever wondered what it'd be like to go
From apathetic ignorance to enlightened willpower?
Run away, but escape not in vain.
Explore the vast jungles and lost temples of our time
Open your eyes to the futility of being self-assured
Unexpectedly calm bursts of violence
These walls are made of spiders
The ground is covered in leeches
Your nest is filled with slime
But find truth, find truth,
The darkest moments are lit only by the brightest lights
(And your madness is blinding)
Find peace, you’re now the prisoner of the freedom you chose.
Branches break under your feet,
The trees slouch in the heavy, humid air
Mosquitoes in your neck.
Rashes burn your skin,
Sweat crusting your hair
Dirt on and in your clothes,
And nowhere to sleep.
The trail is getting steeper now,
The air is crisp.
You can see the whole valley below.
And the bridge ahead.
All the bright colors,
Glowing even through the setting sun.
The strong scent of the blooming flowers
Makes your head spin.
You are above the birds now,
Above these white clouds.
(And Oh! The hypothetical fall…)
They won’t be keeping their terrible secret much longer.
Not from you.
The night is newly born.
Still, you keep ascending.
One step at a time, one breath at a time.
Following that haunting noise.
Your whole body is numb with pain,
Your hands keep shaking.
Breathe in…Breathe out…
Breathe in…Breathe out…
A sinister crack.
A dark bush trembled,
As though convulsing in violent, sudden pain.
Stop.
Your eyes wide open.
Only silence now survives the tension.
Your pounding heart invades your mind.
Patient… rigorous… pressure.
And in that very moment,
As warm blood gargles up your throat,
Death.
All your efforts erased in the blink of “Its” eye,
Such a simple lesson learnt, truly.
About greed, envy, and pride.
From apathetic ignorance to enlightened willpower?
Run away, but escape not in vain.
Explore the vast jungles and lost temples of our time
Open your eyes to the futility of being self-assured
Unexpectedly calm bursts of violence
These walls are made of spiders
The ground is covered in leeches
Your nest is filled with slime
But find truth, find truth,
The darkest moments are lit only by the brightest lights
(And your madness is blinding)
Find peace, you’re now the prisoner of the freedom you chose.
Branches break under your feet,
The trees slouch in the heavy, humid air
Mosquitoes in your neck.
Rashes burn your skin,
Sweat crusting your hair
Dirt on and in your clothes,
And nowhere to sleep.
The trail is getting steeper now,
The air is crisp.
You can see the whole valley below.
And the bridge ahead.
All the bright colors,
Glowing even through the setting sun.
The strong scent of the blooming flowers
Makes your head spin.
You are above the birds now,
Above these white clouds.
(And Oh! The hypothetical fall…)
They won’t be keeping their terrible secret much longer.
Not from you.
The night is newly born.
Still, you keep ascending.
One step at a time, one breath at a time.
Following that haunting noise.
Your whole body is numb with pain,
Your hands keep shaking.
Breathe in…Breathe out…
Breathe in…Breathe out…
A sinister crack.
A dark bush trembled,
As though convulsing in violent, sudden pain.
Stop.
Your eyes wide open.
Only silence now survives the tension.
Your pounding heart invades your mind.
Patient… rigorous… pressure.
And in that very moment,
As warm blood gargles up your throat,
Death.
All your efforts erased in the blink of “Its” eye,
Such a simple lesson learnt, truly.
About greed, envy, and pride.
2 comments:
I'm pretty bad in writing poems, so I admire your talent. Sometimes, I try again, but the result is awful. Furthermore, I'm probably discouraged by my English Literature class because we study a book called "Metaphysical Poetry" which contains very good poems, so compare to them...
(I'm sorry, my english is rough.)
Lol I hardly have any talent, but thanks for the nice comment anyway. =)
I can imagine why you'd be discouraged when comparing your poems to poems by actual professional poets, anyone on earth (but them of course lol) would be!!! It destroys absolutely all desire to write!!
When you read pro poetry, analyze it, feel it, learn about it, look at the techniques, the vocab. But never ever compare!!
Write the best you can, and if it's not "good enough" or whatever, don't sweat it! The most important thing is to keep writing.
By the way, just know that my advice comes from my experience with music, not poetry writing (i've been writing for only 3 months on and off as I told you ^^) ;-)
I think it should work with writing too, though ^^
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