Alright. So here is my first attempt at poetry in over a year. More of a whim than a serious attempt. I'm posting it mainly so I can know what to avoid when next I write. Of course, editing advice would still be dandy! Criticism is most welcome...don't be afraid, I won't be disappointed.
The cynic speaks,
and out they leak-
the mad theories.
And sad, weary,
his audience merely
stares, meek,
as bleak words
seep into their hearts.
Not trusting to humanity,
he, with bland profanity,
bruises it.
It is hurt,
and his company
conceeds.
He turns to frown, and jeering down,
he sneers into their hearts.
Now he turns to part,
leaving his dreary art
to vacate the breathless room.
The gossips, sighing,
ease into their prying,
reviving, at once,
their hearts.
