#4...and it all comes crashing down...
Advance Praise for Shards of my Soul:
skipmunk88 (8:47:42 PM): it penetrated the inner depths of the human condition
wallybird19 (8:19:28 PM): its excellent
Rytheguy225 (10:11:34 PM): your poem... its very effeminate
"Mr. Le is what E.E. Cummings would call "a walking Platonic triad - the good, the true, the beautiful." The presence of this poem in the literary world is, in the grand scheme of things, akin to Milton's completion of his final draft of "Paradise Lost." Truly a tour-de-force, Nick, and I look forward to seeing more of your splendid work."
-Mystery Patron
Read it bitches.
So I caved in and posted some dramatic poetry/drama shit in my LJ. Sorry. It was bound to happen. At least its my poetry, and my drama. Whatever.
Please read this poem I wrote. I poured my heart into it. My soul is now a whirlwind of mixed emotions.
If you are unsure about the broken glass allusion, don't bother to ask, I will never recount in prose, the tragic events of May 16, 2005...
Look past its errors, and see the holistic passion that it emits.
I dedicate this poem to Walter Heymann, a friend whom I have betrayed, and to all the women, past, present, and future whom I have wronged (even though that isn't relevant in any way whatsoever to the poem, its a fashionable thing to do).
Meh:
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Shards of my Soul
Nickle
1988-
Oh broken glass, oh broken glass, how I loathe thee
Oh broken glass, please end it all and set me free
Thy shards do glimmer, they shine so bright
Thy shards are sharp, they cut with lonesome might.
Pieces! Pieces! Pieces! Cut my soul, so deep, so red
Blood! Blood! Blood! Broken glass hath almost slain me dead
"But I beg thee Livsey highest, forgive me for this hapless sin
I will love you dearest, as if You were my still-born kin."
I plead and cry: "Show mercy to this tarnished soul,"
"Repent I shall, redeem I will, this goddamned soul of coal."
[If, the kinder elements in Heaven come to fail
All shall be imprisoned, in eternal sunless jail
And in this jail of sorrow, where there is no hope
All those within will eternally proclaim in endless mope
"The once great Nickle: King of kings
Was but a fool to the glass that fell with muted dings!!!"]
"Oh Heaven above and Hell below
What unending fate wilst thou bestow
Upon our great warrior, the mighty Nickle?"
And Hell responded, "He shall DIE, DIE, DIE; DIE by glass sickle!"
Mercy cried, mercy slayed, in times of yore
"Worship Nickle!", St. Stephen's, did implore!
His life was fleeting, His glory eternal
All captured by the timeless work of His Live Journal.
But "Life 'tis so empty, life 'tis all dread"
"What shall we do, how wilst we go to bed?"
Fear not! Though Carbon is long gone, His heart is here
From His teachings the canvas of life becomes forever clear
Deny one can't: 'tis much like glass in perfect clarity,
Set in stone forever said: " His life 'twas Wonderous Work of charity."
A peace came over them, complacency with will
Their minds did flourish, their hearts did fill
And so they sang, and danced, and played and life went on
The sail He cast would lead their Ship to Heaven's dawn...
2005
-----
I am emotionally drained. Hold me. I'm vulnerable. Dangerous. Like broken glass.
finis. maxima.
skipmunk88 (8:47:42 PM): it penetrated the inner depths of the human condition
wallybird19 (8:19:28 PM): its excellent
Rytheguy225 (10:11:34 PM): your poem... its very effeminate
"Mr. Le is what E.E. Cummings would call "a walking Platonic triad - the good, the true, the beautiful." The presence of this poem in the literary world is, in the grand scheme of things, akin to Milton's completion of his final draft of "Paradise Lost." Truly a tour-de-force, Nick, and I look forward to seeing more of your splendid work."
-Mystery Patron
Read it bitches.
So I caved in and posted some dramatic poetry/drama shit in my LJ. Sorry. It was bound to happen. At least its my poetry, and my drama. Whatever.
Please read this poem I wrote. I poured my heart into it. My soul is now a whirlwind of mixed emotions.
If you are unsure about the broken glass allusion, don't bother to ask, I will never recount in prose, the tragic events of May 16, 2005...
Look past its errors, and see the holistic passion that it emits.
I dedicate this poem to Walter Heymann, a friend whom I have betrayed, and to all the women, past, present, and future whom I have wronged (even though that isn't relevant in any way whatsoever to the poem, its a fashionable thing to do).
Meh:
-----
Shards of my Soul
Nickle
1988-
Oh broken glass, oh broken glass, how I loathe thee
Oh broken glass, please end it all and set me free
Thy shards do glimmer, they shine so bright
Thy shards are sharp, they cut with lonesome might.
Pieces! Pieces! Pieces! Cut my soul, so deep, so red
Blood! Blood! Blood! Broken glass hath almost slain me dead
"But I beg thee Livsey highest, forgive me for this hapless sin
I will love you dearest, as if You were my still-born kin."
I plead and cry: "Show mercy to this tarnished soul,"
"Repent I shall, redeem I will, this goddamned soul of coal."
[If, the kinder elements in Heaven come to fail
All shall be imprisoned, in eternal sunless jail
And in this jail of sorrow, where there is no hope
All those within will eternally proclaim in endless mope
"The once great Nickle: King of kings
Was but a fool to the glass that fell with muted dings!!!"]
"Oh Heaven above and Hell below
What unending fate wilst thou bestow
Upon our great warrior, the mighty Nickle?"
And Hell responded, "He shall DIE, DIE, DIE; DIE by glass sickle!"
Mercy cried, mercy slayed, in times of yore
"Worship Nickle!", St. Stephen's, did implore!
His life was fleeting, His glory eternal
All captured by the timeless work of His Live Journal.
But "Life 'tis so empty, life 'tis all dread"
"What shall we do, how wilst we go to bed?"
Fear not! Though Carbon is long gone, His heart is here
From His teachings the canvas of life becomes forever clear
Deny one can't: 'tis much like glass in perfect clarity,
Set in stone forever said: " His life 'twas Wonderous Work of charity."
A peace came over them, complacency with will
Their minds did flourish, their hearts did fill
And so they sang, and danced, and played and life went on
The sail He cast would lead their Ship to Heaven's dawn...
2005
-----
I am emotionally drained. Hold me. I'm vulnerable. Dangerous. Like broken glass.
finis. maxima.