FABRIC OF BEING

My god, the sky is falling.
How convenient to end this haunting.
They're all just theories in the end.
A place to rise our star and bow our heads.
Understand the inter-connective strings that thread together.
Strings that thread our fabric of being.

Exemplify the meaning of your name.
Never let them tell you it's not the way.

F**k you, it's far from calming.

The repetitious reactions revolving.
We lose ourselves in our own skin.
Only oceans separate our lives.
Interference of psychosomatics that impedes the design of greatness.
Strings that thread our fabric of being.

Dramatize to the point that fiction will replace
Every minute nuance of your face.
Demagnetize the bipolar disorder we create.
It's cerebral dysfunction we fabricate.

Exemplify the meaning of your name.
Never let them tell you it's not the way.
The guilt piles high, too high for me to say.
It's so strange I find beauty in mistake.

Although, they're all just theories in the end.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

I really like this piece. You've used a lot of very large words in this piece which, I feel if you hadn't really thought about how you were using them, would have come off as pretentious and overly artsy, but it really works for you in this piece. The concept as well is nice and there's an air of rebellion and hardness to this poem. Overall, well done.

[SaltOfTheEarth]

Thank you so much. They're actually lyrics to an existing solo acoustic song I did last year. It makes a lot more sense contextually and syllabically if you hear the melody. Please, give it a gander: https://soundcloud.com/god-loves-a-liar/fabric-of-being

[Trigorin]

Just listened to it - for some reason, you remind me a little of Dick Valentine. Listen to a few of his songs, especially Destroy the Children. I think you might find it insightful.