Nostalgia there's always that moment when your brain sinks, your eyes intensify in sadness, and you realize that a certain point in time is forever extinct except for your biased memories. it spreads through your arteries and veins, puncturing every nerve that disagrees. it will wrap itself around your heart, destroy your soul. the irony, that the things that once caused such joy, now strangle your thoughts in an attempt to paralyze your existence. New Civilizations help it to swell, to invent new boundaries, let it penetrate the mind, follow the blood flow to its core, take on the challenge of venturing into untouched realms of interpretation. i want you to feel it gaining momentum. i want you to know i'm quickly approaching the apex. you will soon be gone, but it is not meant to end like this. follow me into the void and we will build new civilizations. They Flock in Groups of Three They flock in groups of three and feast on shattered molecules. They nag at your shoestrings, waiting for the moment you become vulnerable. They will gnaw at your pulsating membranes, leave a mangled carcass, and consider their next victim. They thrive between the living and the dead, unsure of which path to pursue, and as their claws rot and their follicles disintegrate, they will regret every moment of their cancerous lives. Our Impending Extinction the flowers have grown taller than the tree remnants. the rocks have turned to sand blown into the sea. the grass has paled and peeled, the sky is beginning to crack, releasing stars to be glued to the earth. we have become ether, mere floating objects behind the clouds.
well, i might as well just use this to post the rest of what i have now and what i'll eventually have... any constructive criticism is always welcome
Perpetual Cycle The day catapults boulders into the sky. Each gargantuan rock makes a tiny hole in the clouds like a caterpillar's mangled tree leaf. The sun will blind us eternally and we will belong to the universe, no longer the universe belonging to us. The world will begin again, the perpetual cycle of our faults surfacing and exposing our inability to progress. Man Versus Nature are their eyes gazing at me or the sparkling floor? my back stretches and I sit up. once again, I prove to be utterly invisible. the trash can has overflown, and none care that yesterday's news is covering the flowers, none look in that direction, their eyes guide their movements yet lack the ability to see. there's a pale, uprooted lily lying limp and withered on the pavement. man versus nature - why does man conquer? Worry Rusts the Moon pools of thought, autumn forests of sadness, of happiness. worry rusts the moon as it peers through its silver radiance. can you see the sun lurking beneath our feet? it is giving life to what we are presently unable to see. lights continue to flicker between the trees. each trunk is a pole that divides the obtainable from the impossible. it is difficult to fathom the depth of our sky. the blinding pinpricks that aid our existence - they are destroyed and reborn perpetually. The Flickering Light scattered sand is not just broken rocks, but the ink blots that destroy a perfect piece of white paper, displaying the mind torn open by sadness and desperation. the flickering light that casts shadows in a darkened place is not just a burning wax candle, but proof that within despair, joy is thriving.
a couple more - Submission This sheet of blinding paper that's pasted to my face, this mask that bars my ability to reason, it scabs my eyelids and drowns my name, a constant reminder of my unwilling demise. Ignorance of a Dormant Mind look at yourself for a moment, look into your soul, feel the essence of your existence. are you pleased, disappointed...or tormented by the unexpected outcome of your life? what's unseen to the dormant mind is that no emotions truly exist. they are sloppy manifestations of what we believe it is to be human.
you have a really strong voice...i like the majority of your poems...such a sad massage though, you leave me with the feeling that our destruction is inevitable, and that our individuality means next to nothing... i especially enjoy the man vs. nature theme...it's an ongoing debate that is universal... the poems with strong imagry and not so much expository info stand out the most for me (i.e. "Our Impending Extinction," which is one of my favorites.) "They Flock in Groups of Three," "New Civilizations," and "Submission" are also some of my favs and i like parts of "Flickering Light," "Worry Rusts the Moon," and "Perpetual Cycle" overall...very good thread...keep posting
i know, i'm sort of trying to get away from the themes i use because i'd like it to be a bit more optimistic haha. but thanks for the comments, i have some i might post later.
^ eh...sometimes optimism is overrated! writing what you know makes for strong writing, but dont be afraid to branch off and try something new...
^ agreed. Untitled There's a gentle wind blowing outside my window. It cracks the shutters and splits the screen. It tears at my roots. It spits on my shoes. The rain falls. It let's go of the cloud's grasp and falls to its death. A billion tiny raindrops, shattered on the earth. Untitled do you feel it -- the gentle rush of wind in your hair that dances between the root of each strand, the feeling of your feet being pulled to the aroused ground, the frozen needles that gently massage your young face? there is nothing in existence powerful enough to transcend the day you discovered love and beauty. I looked I looked at the bird whistling gleefully in the tree, the squirrel diving for acorns in the fallen leaves, the ant determinedly rebuilding his home, the lake licking the moist sand, the cloud painting a delicate backdrop, and the sun giving life to this beautiful day. Untitled can you hear the plea of life struggling to remain strong, to remain fearless in a world of fear, to be at peace and enjoy the gift of discovery? let the wind sway my door and the lightning persist, for life is beautiful, and we must experience the deepest fear to experience growth, love, and harmony.
just wrote this one tonight...this is definitely a work in progress. (untitled) bolts of lightning sprinting past. cut them off - they are only a nuisance. one by one, all that was gained falls defeated to the beckoning floor - they are swallowed and digested into the handiwork of man. the photographs recall what was once your face. it is now tattered like a worn book that was once loved, now thrown into the bottom of a mildewed box - forgotten. you have reason to worry this time - your stench lingers in every molecule you touch. undying, immortal.
^ i liked the last two stanzas the best...they're the strongest...i would like to see what you could build on those images... can i make one suggestion? be careful when using "they" and "it"...make sure you assign an object (or person, whatever) to them before using the generalizations, otherwise i feel like i missed something...(but i guess that could just be me)
Nostalgia its my favorite...its so true:}:}:} u are good:}:}:}be happy:}:}:} lots of sunny smiles Nadia peace
thank you both Pillar of Power towering above the leaf-strewn lawn is a pillar of power, its many tiers executing the daily task of lighting your obstruction box. the birds seem to enjoy the view, wouldn't you agree? but I cannot help but wonder if they would be happier, healthier in their tree castles, where they can look through the branches to the soil they are firmly rooted to - the most primitive connection of elements, the bird - the tree - the earth.
There It Stood There it stood, torn from the threshold of life, this mere device of atrocities, this buttonhole that bleeds your insecurities across an ancient atlas. It dies in the corner of your eye as you solemnly glance, yet make no movement to save it. This is the terrible loss of belief that leaves you glaringly empty, no matter your desperation to retrieve it.
I agree with Skyfire, your poems all seem very sad. Reading this thread has left me feeling a little down. I like the majority of what you have written and think that probably Nostalgia was my favourite. I will re-read all of them though because I like to take in poems over a couple of readings. Keep posting please, Peace, A.
