Dark Poetry #2 |
Generations Reiterated |
AnGeLiX17 Junior Member
since 2000-06-05
Posts 46Salisbury, NC |
Born alone screaming in the background while child develops "own" personality can't cope with what comes later inthe darkness something calls but she is tied to fantasy and the high takes over sad to come down from Never Never Land scared of what may become of the life which she hoped to someday call her own disintegraded, faded, jaded into nothing but cold black air while new life is stranded, fetal position, in the womb of apathy nothingness is the mother of a new change begun but wasted on generations of loneliness and anger spoiled like stink bombs splattered on the floor of dirty party spots where mislead youth once stood to be cool but failed now a life is not even worth living because.. of the hatred that burns inside of all of us. Hey ya'll I've been gone for a while but I'm back and loaded with pages of poems. I was ApAtHeTik_AnGeL I posted two because I lost my password but okay I foundeded it. This may not make a whole lot of sense the first time you read it but there IS a meaning to it you just have to find it *^~Do YoU WoRrY ThAt YoU'rE NoT LiKeD, HoW LoNg TiLL YoU BrEaK, YoU'Re HaPpY CaUsE YoU SmiLe BuT HoW MuCh CaN YoU FaKe?*~^ |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Very impressive writing. I like your similes, lol. This conveys a lot of emotion and experience VERY well! |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
angeliX17, Strong poem. I'm not sure if I understand it but here is my think about this let me know how close I am. Unwanted, unloved children looking for comfort in adult things, drugs, crime rebellion but finding no comfort, only anger. Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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AnGeLiX17 Junior Member
since 2000-06-05
Posts 46Salisbury, NC |
Thanks Fractal I don't reply a lot so sorry if I haven't replied to many of your poems but I read them and they are awesome Kethry you're soooooooo close It's about a child born no one loving them finding peace in drugs never wanting to be straight for a day not wanting to come down from the high because it was an outlet from life that child having another child doing the same thing because that's what it was taught the same thing happened to the second child that happened to the first because generations repeat themselves it's a cycle. *^~Do YoU WoRrY ThAt YoU'rE NoT LiKeD, HoW LoNg TiLL YoU BrEaK, YoU'Re HaPpY CaUsE YoU SmiLe BuT HoW MuCh CaN YoU FaKe?*~^ |
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