My first attempt at poetry. Poetry without research of forms. Poetry in motion.
Us, the privileged, We have no reason to die So we have no reason to live. Our prescribed passions are Personal facades Dulling dryness daunts de-sensitivity; darkness dumbing our domes. How do we hope to harness humility? How can we elasticize that Excellent ego, extending it eras ahead so it snaps and floats eons away? We often treat loved ones like a household vacuum. Shamelessly shaking it Using it to clean the dirt away from Our lives It may last weeks, years, decades But when its broke We chuck it. And purchase a new one Instead of caressing it for the time of its faithful service Instead of spending a fraction of the reciprocated time to Fix it It never complained It just sat in that designated dark, dusty place It never complained.
Wow, I really like your writing, I domt write in that particular style, but I love your content and the figurative language in your stories, again I really it!
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10 Years Ago
Thank you kindly! It's actually the first time I wrote this way, usually I don't use a specific stru.. read moreThank you kindly! It's actually the first time I wrote this way, usually I don't use a specific structure bu I thought I'd give it a try. I appreciate your comments!!