marc
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A depressing poem.
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Aug 16 00:24 UTC 1993 |
My turn!! :)
I was really depressed the other day, and had absolutely nothing to
do so I wrote this:
"too much"
Within the span of life, I saw too much:
too much trouble and fear, too many kisses and tears;
and yet I survived - survive - to see much more.
Cruelty, abandonment, addiction, a nuclear war which takes all Life and leaves
only Death.
And it continues for far too long.
Girl sees boy, boy kisses girl.
Man makes passionate love to woman,
and then woman leaves, taken by a fanatic spray of gunfire -
a shower which takes man's newfound love in bloddy embrace and
gives him emptiness in its place.
Or man finds man - or woman, woman -
and half is crushed in the unsanctimonious grip of
Acquired (as if it had been purchased at a Macy's department store; and
perhaps it had, by their endless love for one another)
Immune (is there such a state of being for a human? is there any person
who cannot be cripples, weakend, suffocated, killed by something?)
Deficiency (of what? iron? nurishment? love? all these can be found).
They call it 'Fate', I call it Evil.
I've seen too much already.
I'm ready to leave this shameless, hopeless 'Pit of Despaire'...
But I will see much more before the Reaper calls my Name.
I'll see babies ripped from their mother's womb;
Not by a stranger's lustful malevolence, but by her own soft hand.
I'll see humans beaten to death by fists of rage,
by sticks and stones ("may break my bones...")
because of who they love. ('Fag!' 'Dyke!' 'Queer!').
("but words will never hurt me."
they'll kill me!)
A child dies in the street, overwhelmed by pangs of hunger,
while those in the house she crumples in front of eat a Christmas dinner -
just the usual honey-glazed ham and basted turkey -
but enough to fill the dying child's stomach,
to save her life so she might grow older to see too much.
I'll see presidents assassinated, while others embezzle large sums of money
from their corporations in order to spend a month in the tropical
climes of Haiti.
I'll see teens murdered, while others steal money from their friends and
family to feed a raging fire inside them which can only be calmed by a
Weed.
And I'll see a young girl, unloved by anyone, her cries for help unheard,
Her tears unseen, her behavior misunderstood,
her trembling limbs pinned down as the one person she thought she could
trust violates her innermost sanctity again and again,
taking her self-respect and will to live away from her,
giving her fear and dread in their place.
I'll see her sitting at her bedroom window, looking out onto the sunny day,
her radio loudly playing her favorite music, comforting her.
I'll see her index finger squeezing the thin trigger, implanting a piece
of steel deep into her brain, another piece of steel dropping from her
hand to the floor, her body following; her eyes staring out onto the
Sunny day.
The one she thought she could trust pulling into the driveway.
I'll see much more than this, even.
I'll see the world fall apart, split in two by a whirlwind of energy which
bakes everything into a mold of cinder and ash -
caused by the decision if a single man.
And you'll see this too;
Because you exist, because your heart beats gallons of crimson blood
throughout your body,
Because you know that one plus one equals two...
But soon that one will equal all.
And you'll see no more.
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steen1
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response 4 of 14:
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Nov 15 16:19 UTC 1994 |
Honesty is the best policy, this is terrible
the only truly depressing aspect of this poem
is that r. wodman likes it, poetry exists to
make an expression concerning the very essence
of human existance, not to indulge in trite
political commentary,
'Write a little most for show,
Display the empty, what not to know'.
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thesexy1
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response 10 of 14:
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Mar 27 06:37 UTC 1995 |
y'all wanna see depressing?? no, i won't show the really depressing ones, but
i will show some lesser, yet still, depressing poems of mine... :
After pain
time can piece
a heart
back together...
after
a heart
has been broken
into too many
pieces
too many times,
the lovers
quit...
the loved
die.
here is another one:
FOOL
Once again
she watched
one leave...
walk away...
out of her life
forever,
leaving her behind
in tears,
in pain...
her heart lies
on the ground,
smashed again...
the love
wrung out of it...
like the rest,
he came,
then he left...
gone, after he got
what he'd
come for...
to see
another fool
go down.
tell me what y'all think
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