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 dnt tlk txt lk ths 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
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