This one is oooooold. I found a .doc of it on a USB stick today so I decided to throw it up. Probably 2008?
Beautiful in Hindsight By Jason C. Clement
Hemlock coated arrow pierces through your chest striking deep and darker than you ever could’ve guessed; how you long for safety, as you’re gasping just to feel the bitter, overwhelming shock of paralytic steel. Your dreams betray you now, a smile upon their lips they ate the sun alive, with death through every kiss; And built a monument, your finely engraved tomb our destinies fulfilled, Pandora’s seeds were sewn.
I talk like Aristotle, all these words inside my head; You're like Alexander, arrogant upon your bed. Beautiful in hindsight, false sensitivity’s dead; Wouldn’t life be easier, if that wasn’t what we’d said?
Now you lie at sea, adrift with broken wings the wax is melted off, your pride is scorned by kings; lions feast your sorrow, bleeding your lungs dry, tamed by aristocrats, whom sell you at first sight. With a wicked grin, the moon entices love who beckons angels come, to bring destruction from above; how you long for the motherly embrace of night To be encased by the damp and shallow wombs of life.
I talk like Aristotle, all these words inside my head; You're like Alexander, arrogant upon your bed. Beautiful in hindsight, false sensitivity’s dead; Wouldn’t life be easier, if that wasn’t what we’d said?
Stumbling across this was marvelous, it certainly tested my knowledge of mythology. About the second verse, I agree with your 'author's note', and the only suggestion I have (not so much a poet) is that perhaps this would work as a song? When reading it I couldn't help feeling like a guitar in the background would complete it, and perhaps with the music crafted around it the second verse would fit just as it is.
Just a thought :) And the lines about Icarus are wonderful, please keep them.
Ah, I remember this beautiful thing. I never, ever know what to say when faced with your talent. Have I ever told you how insanely jealous I've always been of your diction skills? This just breathes art. Post more, jerk.
Stumbling across this was marvelous, it certainly tested my knowledge of mythology. About the second verse, I agree with your 'author's note', and the only suggestion I have (not so much a poet) is that perhaps this would work as a song? When reading it I couldn't help feeling like a guitar in the background would complete it, and perhaps with the music crafted around it the second verse would fit just as it is.
Just a thought :) And the lines about Icarus are wonderful, please keep them.