One of those phases...
Yeah, so it's one of those phases where you've been writing recently, and you like how things are going, but you want to compare it to old things. Okay, so maybe I've never had a phase like that before. But anyway, here is one of the old things I wrote. It's a particular poem that I particularly like; in particular the fact that the syllables decrease in number from 10 to 1 as it goes down. Anyway... you decide... if you read it.
Countdown to Nothing
I now reflect on a mushroom trip
That followed a sizzling summer day
An event that caused my brain to flip
While citronella held bugs at bay
The corpse that had once been our globe
Now was so solemnly silent
Scorched forests - its only wardrobe
Left by the humans so violent
They had hoped for peace of mind
And blessing by their fake god
Instead they found that in time
Their beliefs were a façade
This falseness led to hate
And that hatred led to war
War ended in stalemate
Life renewed its vigor
Humanity springs
To a peaceful age
'Til human beings'
Hearts succumb to rage
With bombs they toyed
Doom now lingers
The world destroyed
Bony fingers
Blackened sky
Nature dead
Rivers dry
Oceans red
Rapture?
Crazed kooks!
God's Wrath?
No!! Nukes!
One
Breath
Come
Death
0
Countdown to Nothing
I now reflect on a mushroom trip
That followed a sizzling summer day
An event that caused my brain to flip
While citronella held bugs at bay
The corpse that had once been our globe
Now was so solemnly silent
Scorched forests - its only wardrobe
Left by the humans so violent
They had hoped for peace of mind
And blessing by their fake god
Instead they found that in time
Their beliefs were a façade
This falseness led to hate
And that hatred led to war
War ended in stalemate
Life renewed its vigor
Humanity springs
To a peaceful age
'Til human beings'
Hearts succumb to rage
With bombs they toyed
Doom now lingers
The world destroyed
Bony fingers
Blackened sky
Nature dead
Rivers dry
Oceans red
Rapture?
Crazed kooks!
God's Wrath?
No!! Nukes!
One
Breath
Come
Death
0