Resistance

A very experimental piece I wrote a while back. The idea behind it was to write down whatever first came to my mind and just roll with it from there.

Voices in the static

words never written down

flowers bloom around me

blue sunshine beating down

truth is but a concept

wealth is but a lie

lunatics are yet but madmen

when perceived with the mind's eye

open to suggestion

fingers strum a tune

a woman walks in swiftly

she will be leaving soon

her red dress casts no shadow

her eyes a piercing gaze

to this ravished wasteland

she will no longer raze

a tarnished, hardened heart

she has of late revealed

but it seems such opposition

is only corporeal

further in the distance

there lies a single ray

my reservation execute

without further delay

Author's Note

I am open to any constructive criticism. When it comes to my poetry I want to be the best I possibly can be while still maintaining the uniqueness that makes my poems mine.

Reviews

[Tamika]

This poem holds wonderful language in it. I like how it flows too. I enjoyed reading this.