This turpentine chasers got kick
Why does it always seems that our false pretences are forced?
In retrospect a heartbeat that was supposed to mean so much
Is reduced to nothing more that a useless beating organ
Covered by heatflushed skin
These melodic notions of romace fall apart at the seams
The irony cuts so deep
It kills me
In other news I read through my old poems. What seemed like such breakthrough ideas are reduced to a hormone stricken teenagers rants. I'm surprised that people dont think im a violent person from the way that each poem was dark and full of blood and death. My poems now put those to shame....but thats the evolution of a writer I guess.I could have done without the sarcasm though. Sharing my poetry with people, especially the old stuff is no laughing matter and when he did it only proved the point that unless you write yourself you probably cant understand how the outpouring of emotions onto a page could possibly be serious. Either that or they dont know how to respond which is a perfectly normal reaction i suppose. I get that alot...along with the I'm scared....or something along those lines. I guess the poems were pretty dark. Everything was overshadowed by a common theme but at this point the meaning is lost to everyone but me.
In retrospect a heartbeat that was supposed to mean so much
Is reduced to nothing more that a useless beating organ
Covered by heatflushed skin
These melodic notions of romace fall apart at the seams
The irony cuts so deep
It kills me
In other news I read through my old poems. What seemed like such breakthrough ideas are reduced to a hormone stricken teenagers rants. I'm surprised that people dont think im a violent person from the way that each poem was dark and full of blood and death. My poems now put those to shame....but thats the evolution of a writer I guess.I could have done without the sarcasm though. Sharing my poetry with people, especially the old stuff is no laughing matter and when he did it only proved the point that unless you write yourself you probably cant understand how the outpouring of emotions onto a page could possibly be serious. Either that or they dont know how to respond which is a perfectly normal reaction i suppose. I get that alot...along with the I'm scared....or something along those lines. I guess the poems were pretty dark. Everything was overshadowed by a common theme but at this point the meaning is lost to everyone but me.