Great

Great

A Poem by Kyle A. Smith

 

Great

 

The fact of the matter is

That I fucked up;

Literally, and figuratively.

An excuse to all,

And a memory to none.

The breaker and once always;

The broken.

In essence, a tear is my will.

And my blood,

And beat,

The signature.

Stomach to well up,

Dry and shut.

What to do now

Instead of fix?

Finding no way thus,

Why have I stopped the flow?;

The ride?

Not to try…

Mockery is my name today,

And for this, all days to come.

I can’t even begin to say

Five lettered word so much.

Meaning to value

Equals none now due to

Overexposure.

She won’t believe,

But to criticize

And run

Will be the game becoming.

 

But mostly is breaking

And the ideal to prove.

Not for emotion.

No no, something much more

In worth.

Much much more then everything and all

Even god,

Whom not to be afraid of.

A friend to be willed.

Nor a demonic conjured.

But that of her.

I to prove this?

This out of all such?

But my f*****g love?

Thanks but no thanks.

 

Tis my turn to run from pain,

The summon Amnia,

My mirror of torment,

A terrifying being

To reflect my own.

Bow my head in reverence,

For this grave of love.

I won’t put to rest yet,

Nor marathon such thinking…

But put it away.

I wish for no more pain,

No more firing

From either side.

A world created,

Based on foundations of hearts.

We can’t even stop the rivers now

From turning to blood dealing the bleeding.

 

My words fall to deaf,

And the worlds within,

Quake these roofs.

The shelter I found in said arms.

I am conquered.

I am failed.

I am out of love.

 

To keep such…

Foreboding retirement

From you my loving…

I must for us both.

 

To deal with sorry’d swords,

And a crimsoned blade

Together.

This is the idea of the fight.

The fight for me.

The fight for you.

The fight for us.

 

Give me up, not.

Or I shall join the dead;

 

And Abaddon

I become.

© 2008 Kyle A. Smith


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I am conquered.

I am failed.

I am out of love.

These lines caught my eyes as I sometimes think that that precise moment of being out of love is the time to start thinking properly. But they also make me think have I ever really been in love. Is there life beyond love and is it worth having. Is it better, purer, than life in love? Doesn't love just exhaust us?


Posted 16 Years Ago


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Captivating piece, grabbing the reader from start to finish. Excellent work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OH, and GG went and pimped it out to some of my friends. He's a big fan of yours already. : )

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OK, wow has certainly been said enough in reviews before mine, so I'll leave that out. It's completely entrancing and eternally painful. It seems to mimic a bit of my own life right now, but I could never say it with such fluidity, such clarity, such noble integrity. I've had to read it again and again to suck it all in, and it is so poignantly (sp?) expressive that it makes me want to sit in it all day and drown here. GREAT may not have been good enough a title....you may want to change it to MASTERPIECE....but, of course, I think I know where the title comes from, so you shouldn't change a thing. Awesome. Need I bother to say I'm faving it?? Nah...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The first words that came out of my mouth after reading this was "This is amazing" and it truly is.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I am completely floored by this piece...it is written sooo well...I can most definitely read the frustration, guilt and pain, it commands the reader to feel this way...this is EXCELLENT :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow, this is pretty great. It catches the reader's attention as soon as the poem starts.
I like the flow of the poem!
I think it goes without saying that this is one of a kind.
especially when you mix poetic words like "tis", with or dinary words like "F**K!"....minus the exclamation point.

very nice.
well done.
bravo.
Woot!


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I am conquered.
I am failed.
I am out of love.




wow.
f*****g.
wow.
wowwowwow.

this is amazing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

My words fall to deaf,

And the worlds within,

Quake these roofs.

The shelter I found in said arms.

I am conquered.

I am failed.

I am out of love.---------very nice. I loved your modern, unsual poem.



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow man, this is fantastic. There are a lot of influences in your style and I really like your choice of words at times, and the thought provoking way you structure some of your lines. I got truly lost in this poem, and thouroughly enjoyed being so.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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