That's it! That's All There is!

the pessamist in me :)

           

 

                                

That's it! That's all there is!

 

A willing glance through painted lashes

The faint smell of musky aftershave and faded ambitions

Fake meets worn and tired

A hand reaches, another pulls away

Violins play

 

You love

You leave

That’s it! That’s all there is!

 

Tears on a keyboard

Words in desperate whispers

The ear of a lost soul itches

Scratched away and carelessly dismissed

Bandaids over bullet holes

 

You try

You fail

That’s it! That’s all there is!

 

Young skin tough as nails

Made of mommy's cheating and her boyfriend's beatings

Three words and the dog has his day

“mommy's a w***e” is all that guy had to say

 

you fight

you lose

That’s it! That’s all there is!

 

Recycled can’t do attitudes

Potential dripping in tears

Fear licking it's lips

 

life is served

eat your remains

there's nothing to taste

              

We are a waste...

 

That’s it! That’s all there is!

Author's Note

work in progress, may expand and play around with this still..

Reviews

[KUFU]

Powerful.
I like the way you allow the poem to simply flow. You allow us a glimpse at yourself touching memories and following controlled chaotic story lines...that only through poetry/poetics can be made manifest and understandable. Of course it's a work in progress, poems are never really finished.

"A hand reaches, another pulls away
Violins play"

NICE! I heard the strings of the violins being strummed. It started as a lament, but the feelings elicited were that of joy.

[Dezaraye]

Your words definitely pack a punch. This is incredibly emotionally charged. Sometimes, I feel this way, too and can only see the bad things in life.

[R J Askew]

Like this slap of realism. Like the mood and the execution. What the hell to feel beaten is better than feeling nothing. A person who can feel beaten so acutely can also feel the opposite. Ach, sorry a bubble of optimism. Back to the poem ... strongly like the way painted lashes and faded ambitions lead into the jabbing line 3. Really, really, really like the hands line...I can see the hands...like a detail in a music video. Dramatic. LIke. Like the sarcasm of violins. The downbeat situation seems to deserve a cliche. Cunning stuff. Love and leave also captures the way it is a million times. Sadly nature programmes those jumping genes to do just that in their endless search. We go on about love, but the underlying biology is utterly brutal. Move over boy. Nature is totally amoral. 'Cheatings and beatings' is a tough verse though. There is real sadness in that verse. No joking there. it is also as if it serves as a warning to the new generation. 'Beware! This is how things are. Take note. Expect nothing. Defend yourself at all times.' Yet the poem is not done. The last 11 lines drive the nails home with a few more blows of harsh reality. Sadly, for many, many people, that is how it is. I like the poem, not cos I am myself pessimistic, but because it catches certain truthes in an artful way. For what it's worth, I think humour is the thing that makes life bearable. Without humour it is grim, even if you are a billionaire. With humour there is always a reason to smile, even if you are a street bum.

[run vs remember]

That's really something...it tells quite a story. The way you keep using the title throghout seems to emphasize the rest of the poem, too. Really good!

[Emily B]

That's it! That's all there is! You manage to keep the tone light and that only serves to strengthen the height and breadth of the message. There's a lot more here. The depth of this writing is not fully served by my review.