Truth or Hate

Truth or Hate

A Poem by Perdition

Let’s just bleed unreasonable

Bright meteors

Tongued. A pool mal-intent and lovely as sin

Ours, a Manhattan oak cleaved vine mentality.

 

A pound of blur for every ounce of moon we’ll soak

The dark-bright after wheel

Gray, cold color we most regard

White, pouring into our knees

Slang witted.

Yours a fancy fallacy 

Mine, the scars of principal

I wear like a crown.

 

Purity? Ask the sailors, priests

Lit pitted ovens, tailors and rich men,

Never once a thing.

 

Indifference?

A plane invisible, filled with pong of vacant fuel

Birds and trombones

Waiting on ropes of magi wind

Hell, I’ve worn it myself,

Perfect island camouflage

The end to all appeals

 

By the time we are pronounced

All the wayward leaves will cry wings

Negating everything

 

And gray

Like a campfire

Smoldering

In a color filled world

© 2015 Perdition


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You had me from the first stanza, and the rest was a thrill ride. The last 4 lines are my favorite, though. They are so vivid. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Perdition

9 Years Ago

Thank you as ever and I see you've changed your hair….very cool :)
Brittany Zedalis

9 Years Ago

Yep, haha. It was red-ish before, but I decided to go a little more red. This is definitely the colo.. read more
Perdition

9 Years Ago

I'll go with that..pretty good! Thought about doing the same myself…lol.
Extraordinary. I've been in somewhat of a poet's blue wasteland myself lately, feeling all the pain and truth of living that inspires such pieces such as this, so these words were intimately relatable for me. I was especially fond of this stanza:

By the time we are pronounced
All the wayward leaves will cry wings
Negating everything


I am without words to express the beauty and the whimsy of these lines. You inspire me.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Perdition

9 Years Ago

Prove it C. Pick up that monstrous pen and try to try. Your blues, these words, elaborate hours wher.. read more

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