What We Want

The extreme starts to scream, it wants to consume us,
It''s what we want to be, so don''t coat us like rust.
Don''t blind our eyes as silence dies,
Get out our crowd and off our cloud
And leave us empty skies.
Let''s make some cash, earn denarii,
Now it''s time for us to party!
Live like lunatics and die without a cry,
Like fallen heroes.
All heroes need a heroine;
Whether it's powder or liquid we don''t give a s**t.
At least we're fucked up now,
Instead of growing up
Ignorant of throwing up,
With a life sheltered,
Not uncut.
Sure we'll miss our mothers
And our brothers
And our families one anothers
But I think we'd rather leave and conceive
Ideas of dying with dishonors.
It's the fame which calls our name,
Heroines and heroes,
Idols unlike zeroes.
And now let's listen, play the game.
All that's left to see now
Are the stars which burn in flame.

Author's Note

My lecturerer tore this poem apart (not literally) and told me it wasn't consistant with my style. So I obviously didn't listen to him and kept it the same. ^_^ Peace out x.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A hard topic here.
"All heroes need a heroine;
Whether it's powder or liquid we don''t give a s**t."
Depending on anything can leave us weaker. Even love make us more weaker. When we care for another more than ourselves. We open doors to pain. The pain of chance. Hero or not. Powder or liquid is a bad heroine. Thank you Hannah for sharing the excellent poetry. Made me think this morning.
Coyote

[Kat Mandu]

Thanks. When I wrote this I was 19 and living at home and I was feeling very trapped and in a rut so for me this poem's always been about breaking free from normality and accepting the rush of the extreme. I like your viewpoint on it, it really made me consider how people view my work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Every person can get a different vision from our work. I believe a writer wants to be read and maybe leave something worthwhile behind. You are welcome.