Violent Forced Direction

Vertical monuments of conformity line the ground.
Caricatures of the insane engulf the sacred zone.
Ripples of light force their permant etch apon my spoted skin.
Violent direction randomly applied.
The grail in sight, but only in my abstract sand of reality.
Pulling my self into the tracks of space self alloted.
Leaving my enclosed vessel I breathe the unforced air and collaspe from confinement.

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Jennafina
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^^^^^^^^
What she said..
Who says poetry has to make sence? And if you dont care, why bother? Its all for fun. :p

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antigone
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Actually, I liked this. For some reason I liked it even better before I knew what it was about. Weird. But then again, it does give driving an interesting twist. Nice poem. :)

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Starshine
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Thanks. Something else to learn.

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Incandescence
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The question that plagues a lot of us: Who cares?

Not I. While it is kind of interesting, though not terribly so, I feel like you should have extrapolated the core of this 'perverse' analysis to reveal something to your reader. Sure, this revealed a weird concept of driving, it was, overall, pretty pointless.

If you must explain your poem, you did not do your job as a poet.

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Starshine
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Think of driving. It is strange to say, I do not use a thesaurus. I think in phrases, and complex words, so it comes natural to me to write that way.

Thank you for the words.

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Rei
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This doesn't make any sence to me at all. I read it four times and can't tell what it's about. I recommend the KISS method. Keep It Simple Stupid. Use shorter lines, and throw away the thesaurus.



Find wonder in the everyday, find everyday language to articulate it.
— Maurice Manning