Not at all.

I do not want to write.

To get any rating high.

Not for the people that glance across.

Seemingly looking to grant some permission to be bad

or reason to be good.

And according to each its mood put a number to a empty suit.

A body already in the fridge.

I kill my own creations before they twitch.

Cold and calculated.

Venus died in her prime.

With the same hands I killed mine.

To preserve the divine.

Try to measure the reach of heavens.

Call all aces and sevens. 

I have no wish to join your game.

Nor desire to stand tall.

This is my language and my land.

I defend by breathing where I stand. 

For your prisons of measure I will not fall.

I rather write:

"Nothing at all." 

Reviews

[Arghya Samaddar]

We understand ! really nothing at all

[DaVoid]

Always learning.

[Nokycent]

This poem inspires me. Though i don't really understand "Try to measure the reach of heavens.
Call all aces and sevens." But i moved by the lines " This is my language and my land.
I defend by breathing where I stand." Congrats!

[DaVoid]

Thanks for your feedback. Really appreciated.

Try to measure the reach of heavens ... means to me trying to calculate something or measure something that can not be measured. Call all aces and sevens ... means to me trying to predict and trying to calculate what is coming. It's the opposite of what I want people to do when they read poetry.

There is a scene in the movie : "Dead poets society" that shows that beautifully: https://youtu.be/LjHORRHXtyI

[Nokycent]

Thank you. I will watch that scene.