I don't really have a motive behind sharing this poem, but the spread of poetry seems to be expressive for a lot of us.
This doesn't have a title, but it documents my frustrations with the materialistic, consumerist-type of society I abide in, one that emphasizes war and destruction for questionable motives. It's supposed to be a self encouragement to pull away from all the deference and negativity that surrounds me.
If life were compared to a child
climbing atop an endless, ominous tree,
I am the stinging, illuminant eyes at the bottom,
reluctantly looking up at humanity.
Tears have streaked upon these cheeks
one-thousand-and-one times.
I look,
I observe other tears amidst my environment of deference.
Tears of famine, war, poverty.
All for dollars, nickels, pennies!
I watch,
I see wrinkles of judgment, criticism, oppression
deepen underneath my observant eyes.
Oh God--
Currency, power, fame, greed
chained upon my face!
But I couldn't, no, I couldn’t any longer.
Nonexistent. Gone without a trace.
I am the child that walked away from the tree that binds all,
destroys all.
I am the child that turned away,
and found the warmth of the sun.
This doesn't have a title, but it documents my frustrations with the materialistic, consumerist-type of society I abide in, one that emphasizes war and destruction for questionable motives. It's supposed to be a self encouragement to pull away from all the deference and negativity that surrounds me.
If life were compared to a child
climbing atop an endless, ominous tree,
I am the stinging, illuminant eyes at the bottom,
reluctantly looking up at humanity.
Tears have streaked upon these cheeks
one-thousand-and-one times.
I look,
I observe other tears amidst my environment of deference.
Tears of famine, war, poverty.
All for dollars, nickels, pennies!
I watch,
I see wrinkles of judgment, criticism, oppression
deepen underneath my observant eyes.
Oh God--
Currency, power, fame, greed
chained upon my face!
But I couldn't, no, I couldn’t any longer.
Nonexistent. Gone without a trace.
I am the child that walked away from the tree that binds all,
destroys all.
I am the child that turned away,
and found the warmth of the sun.