'The Carcass' and 'Poetry in the 2010s' (2 poems)

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Duck, Apr 4, 2011.

  1. Duck

    Duck quack. Lifetime Supporter

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    I can't edit the OP of my poetry thread for some reason. I'll probably just make a new thread but am too lazy to do so right now, so I'm just giving these two new ones their own thread.

    The Carcass (4-4-2011)

    I see the red blood and fear
    In terror, my body shivers; my stomach tightens
    I feel horror yet, I stare

    I stare past the blood, at the corpse
    I feel a certain sadness, though I didn't kill it; remorse
    My heart skips, still I stare

    I stare, and stare; until it's just a carcass
    Until it's former life doesn't matter
    Until the broken body is all I see
    All I feel
    Dead
    Hollow
    As I will become

    The insects come, by flight and foot
    They come to feed and lay birth
    I stomp them and I swat them
    I make them dead, like the body I protect
    And I feel as if, I've slowed my decay.



    Poetry in the 2010s (3-31-2011)

    I have so much to say but no reason to speak
    Even if I were to shout it, who would hear?

    I am not famous, I am not rich
    I am not crazy, and I don't have fake tits
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    I don't agree with them, so they don't care
    Don't scream hate, or have messages of fear
    No political loyalties or enemies to smear

    Don't have beats to rap my truth
    Or have products to sell the youth
    Just my words ...without a use
     
  2. Millicent

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    OMG these poems are excellent! Loved both of them tremendously. Nice. The latter was hilarious and on point! The first one was very interesting and kept me rapt in attention. Loved the sentiment of protecting a dead body for slowing one's own decay. Come to think of it, the way I see it, our bodies are already dead as they're made of dead matter -- the consciousness/atma/soul inside keeps it 'alive' until it moves on. Then you see the body for what it is -- a pile of dead crap. Thanks for offering these thoughtful moments for me inspired by your poems! <3
     
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