Teen Poetry #5 |
First Free Breath |
keoni Senior Member
since 2000-10-16
Posts 850Up in the mountains in the NFC |
Conformity is unknown to me Conformity is blasphemy Conform to be, their perfect little soldier Ignorance of self Ignorance is wealth, and I am poor War, in the confines of my own mind Should I be my own person Resistance is futile, it will only worsen The situation, hopelessness and frustration Why try, when we’re bred to die For this great land Life slips through our fingers like a grain of sand Born into bondage, captive of society The chains on my soul are tightened inside of me Conform, control, release my soul Insane, my brain, trembles with fear Look back, react, to the sight of nothingness Death, despair, cleanse the air My sight, obscured, my vision blurred Purge, the earth, and hail rebirth Fight to win, overthrow the sin Embrace, its death, take your first free breath Can’t fight the war in a peaceful matter I want to run through the streets And set fire to the suburbs I hate your houses, they all look the same Identified by serial number, got no use for a name Perfect family, perfect world, perfect job But you know mommy’s a drunk and daddy’s a slob As long as you work 9 to 5 And show up at church on Sunday You are an upstanding member of society I am a worthless waste of space Cannot find my place Complacency is a sin If you live to die, you will not win Open your eyes for the first time and you’ll see It’s lonely on the outside, but at least you’re free Conform, control, release my soul Insane, my brain, trembles with fear Look back, react, to the sight of nothingness Death, despair, cleanse the air My sight, obscured, my vision blurred Purge, the earth, and hail rebirth Fight to win, overthrow the sin Embrace, its death, take your first free breath Embrace, its death, take your first free breath "Your anger is a gift"-Rage Against The Machine |
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chasing rain Senior Member
since 2001-05-15
Posts 737Canada |
For a title that sounds so refreshing..I find myself stifled by darkness. I wasn't expecting that...refreshing in a way...hehe. This was well written, deep and dark. A very thought-provoking poem...gave me something to ponder over...Well done! -Leah Va pensiero sull' ali dorate... |
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Spice Senior Member
since 2001-04-13
Posts 1266Resting in my cardboard box. |
Wow! I LOVED this..The 3rd stanza was my favorite. How everything on the outside looks so perfect...but the mom is a drunk and dad is a slob etc etc...and the whole church thing. EXCELLENT piece, In the library it goes. You wouldn't worry about what people thought about you if you knew how seldom they did. |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I really liked the thoughts in this one Keoni. Well thought out here. Awesome job. I loved the style of the 2nd stanza and the like. Pretty good job I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
The whole format and style of this poem was very impressive. I LOVED the third stanza, and the last lines. Very nicely done! I really enjoyed this one. --Marie You think yourself a failure, but perhaps the biggest loss is winning. |
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punkrockerrobin
since 2001-05-15
Posts 1180Sparks, NV |
greAT POEM ME LIKES! ROBIN i don't give up without a fight so boys beware! |
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