San Juan, Puerto Rico
Yes well i am a new poet in Dark Passions. All of my previous poems and work are all posted up in Teen Poetry #3. These poems are from my 5th Cycle (my junior year in highscool). The poems in Teen Poetry #3 consist of me as a freshman (9th grade) in highschool. Anyway, here's the poem for all of you people. Comments, critism, anything whatsoever?
Alas, the Final Scapegoat:
Is this not a meaningful life?
A dripple of water, a beam of light.
So little in quantity,
Yet at the right moment
So praised as a heavenly gift.
Where oft blows winds of stillness.
The insidious frost locked in place.
A lonely setting to fixate upon,
And it awaits us all.
To ere angels devine.
Smiling in laconic bliss.
Oh site of sites!
And life, sweet life!
May it fade within thine eyes.
Lo the hypocritical axis of concrete phases!
Tis all that becons, and commands.
We lay within our stand still time.
Death being the last scapegoat,
And I being the last of me!
I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.