In a few clean ups I dumped alot of my first poetry, though i don't really class it as poetry as I had yet to find my voice, they were just experiments. I think I was 16 when I wrote this. I wrote it in one sitting. When I read it I knew I had a poem that said something, a poem with a message. here it is, De-Evolved.
We were of a sickly kind;
the kind that liked to hide in shells and boxes,
away from all the chaos and adversities of the open mind.
We drew the blankets down about our heads
and hugged tight beneath the humid night.
We knew not what innocence drove us to create.
We buried our heads in sand, safe, soft, soothing
and slept away the storm.
Upon awaking, drawn out into the light,
we surveyed the land as always.
Only this time stripped off all the growth,
the shrubs, the land; now barren.
Empty is the land, coarse and hardened,
It abrades our feet; pain rings out in our ears.
We stumble onwards through the wasteland we built.
Paradise now lost, at what a petty cost.
We mourn our failure and drown
ourselves in rivers of our fears.
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Will you accuse me as I hide Behind these layers of disguise And the mirrors of my own happiness.I've loved the freedom of being inside
Need a new start and a different time
Something grows in the space between me
And it's twisting and changing this fragile body" -Nicky Wire