Fila, Fila!

Sickened and soaked into madness

Permission to fail, permission to be what I don’t want to be

So far, so good

Just an empty stage

Nobody’s left to accuse

There’s only yourself left to abuse of your own incoherence

Standing still, everybody’s fault; nobody’s will

 

Saddened yet slightly covered with bliss

Cutouts of rock’n’roll bands �" inanimate things �"

There are a few things here left to please

And lots more to tease �" but I gave up on temptation

Just a silly try of giving alienation a little chance to exist

 

Who will kill the poet? Who will take the fame?

Who will pretend on Broadway? Who will jump off the train?

Unknown theories, lost soldiers and cheap souvenirs

There’s nothing but questions for you and me

No answers here, my love

No answers here.

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Poems can be interpreted in many different ways most of the time what we see in a poem is truly in ourselves. In this one I see in the first verse the asking of permission to fail and to be what one doesn't want to be as being a doorway to revert back to past behaviors a past way of living before a great change had happened. Also the stage, well many people will put on a play in front of others like a performance but this stage is empty in this poem. this makes me think of a relationship, where someone acts one way in public and differently in private. Here I see something has happened and the one person isn't taking ownership but rather blaming others.

In the second verse I see that there is still a chance for the relationship but much of it has washed away. One party has lost the passion maybe.

In the third verse it seems that they are at the end with plenty of questions and no answer.

your poems make me think and see many things maybe intended to see or maybe from my own imagination but it makes your work great to read.

[Marie Harrison]

I love all of tryings and testings in this poem. One can see that the writer is in the act of discovering herself. What works and what doesn't. This gives your poem energy and makes it exciting to me. Yes, it might be seen as a dark poem to some, but to me it feels like a poem of lightness. A poem of adventure. I saw a carefree person in this poem. Fun poem to me.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

This is wonderful work. It feels to me like the principals in the poem are stuck in a very empty place. Complex, with sharp lines. I need to read this a few times...

[Crowley]

The first line is fabby....and the last stanza is pretty brilliant. Overall feeling of anxiety and frustration with little or no light of hope at the end of the tunnel. If you're gonna do it dark, do it like this.

[♥Chloe-The-Zombi..]

love this poem!! so dark and depressing. its brilliant. i can relate.