Violent Crescendo

Intentionally breaking the bind's of mortality.

I can see a road in the distance,

My thoughts violently stir into a crescendo.

Continuously seeking providence is becoming old.

 

Life's devine temptations apathetic to my mind.

I never seem to be interested in what motivates you.

I've never really cared, you always seem to be reaching,

for what was never there, and will never be.

 

Your ego is slowly fading; I can't even say I'm sorry.

I've always been here, but never really have.

You complain about me getting you down,

Careless of what you're going through...

 

When does anybody really care?

Only when it comes to them selves.

Funny it seems, you're not the only one,

Caring for me has even become difficult.

 

 

You seem to be rapidly fading away,

I seem to be dissolving into space,

Life doesn't feel like life anymore,

I'm not able to tell that I'm breathing.

 

 

Soon enough we all get tired of going somewhere but never getting there,

Reaching for what's in the distance and finding it to disappear.

You are just a stain on my shirt that I can't get out.

I am a troubled thought in your head that won't go away.

This is my violent crescendo.

 

Not so Violent.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Nicely written, I was feeling the whole piece. You captured the single-mindedness of society rather well, great job on it. My favorite stanza was:

When does anybody really care?
Only when it comes to them selves.
Funny it seems, you're not the only one,
Caring for me has even become difficult.

It packed a powerful punch to the reader, and shows the destruction of your violent crescendo rather well. I think this one's a new favorite, off to read more works by from what I can tell, a great young poet.

[hola amigo's/amiga's]

nice i love it i thing u did a wonderful job on this piece. write back asap right away thanks.

[Rachel DeHart]

I really enjoyed this.
Though these lines rang the loudest to me
"You are just a stain on my shirt that I can't get out.
I am a troubled thought in your head that won't go away.
This is my violent crescendo.

Not so Violent."

I love the way those came out. Great job with this!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This sounds more apathetic than violent but I have always said that the opposite of love is not hate, those are two things closely connected, hence, you always seem to hurt the one's you love, because the ones you don't, don't care. The opposite of love is apathy, or just a stain on your shirt that won't go away. This is very well penned.