[pre]Beyond the cities with no names
and beyond the trees that tangle me so
beyond the roots that ignore me
beyond the stars that light me home
and beyond the planets no one sees
beyond the heaven that knows not of me
Beyond the hells that beg for me
Beyond the abyss I call my home-
is my soul for no eyes to see[/pre]
it wasn't a poem. period... Many of our excellent critiquers will not even look at this because its all together.. feel free to pm me once it is more than a run on sentence.
"There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around."
It's a poem, just in a different format. Since does poetry have rules? Screw the rules, kids, they were meant to be broken anyway.
But that doesn't excuse this poem from being drivel. God, since when do cliches dominate our lives? Write some from your heart, something so important to you that it will drive you mad if you do not get it out of your head, not this crap that takes you half a minute to type up. If it doesn't threaten to kill you, it isn't worth recording. It should become a chant in your head, a mantra that repeats itself without cessation... truly you will lose yourself and your mind in it if it is not brought into tangible being.
If it truly means something to you, make it mean something to us through the sheer force of your will.
"Artichoke -
O heart weighed down by so many wings."
- Joseph Hutchison
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