Monster

ever since he got into UofM, he's been a total DICK.

It's always a tragedy,
when cold ice cream melts, or when pretty flowers grow thorns.
But even worse, is when your sky breaks its blue streak,
and crashes and burns so many times that the only streaks by which it is visible then,
are of red and Grey, and hate and anger.
It is worse still, when your sun, the ball of light and hope and inspiration,
that you were always so amazed by,
swells into nothing but a raging, titanium balloon,
filled with selfishness, arrogance, greed, and great ego.
You want to wash away the ugly colors from your sky,
and let out all the corrupted helium from your sun,
and you wont stop battling this vein, overwhelming monster,
until it's relinquished its hostility, and reestablished the comforting atmosphere
you once loved so much.

Reviews

[These Haunted Hallways]

Aw, wow, this is Brilliant!!! But, im so incredubly sorry for what's goin on tho :( This was spectacular tho. Great imagery with everything. Wonderfully put!!!

M.

[Closed Account]

This is really good. There's a lot of emotion in this short poem. You've expressed your feelings really well in this. Great jobb!! :)