it is dead in this thread; how about you all submitting some of your work; I would love to read it... come on now, let's liven up this thread...here's one of mine...a poem about someone coming to grips with depression.
The Other Me
Dark cataclysm scream out in waves, speak
tongues to an evil that has been
allowed to endure.
Not bound by the same fate as the other me
it exalts as the riddler of the dark
that dulls my senses over time.
The conjuror of cheap tricks stands on the
edge of a knife facing into a mirror that
shows both sides of me, one
far removed from the
other.
Decadence points a gnarly finger showing my
fate is no longer within my grasp.
When that side of me tries to take the prize,
what's left weeps into sacred echoes,
as I confront the demon into a
bloody battle between
benevolence and
degradation.
I throw my hate into the face of that stranger
inside me, abominating its control.
And as if by fate I awaken from the nightmare
I have lived for thousands of years
to the joy of
unschackled arms reaching out to embrace
the only me that remains.
jobstears (c) 2005
The Other Me
Dark cataclysm scream out in waves, speak
tongues to an evil that has been
allowed to endure.
Not bound by the same fate as the other me
it exalts as the riddler of the dark
that dulls my senses over time.
The conjuror of cheap tricks stands on the
edge of a knife facing into a mirror that
shows both sides of me, one
far removed from the
other.
Decadence points a gnarly finger showing my
fate is no longer within my grasp.
When that side of me tries to take the prize,
what's left weeps into sacred echoes,
as I confront the demon into a
bloody battle between
benevolence and
degradation.
I throw my hate into the face of that stranger
inside me, abominating its control.
And as if by fate I awaken from the nightmare
I have lived for thousands of years
to the joy of
unschackled arms reaching out to embrace
the only me that remains.
jobstears (c) 2005
