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The insinuation of soft salt-rose-petaled
rain pelting the window whistles
into these too changeable ears until 24 years,
seized with overbearing yearning, pour
into a single glass. The year I became Christian,
which is the year you drowned me
in a reign of love, whisks castaway
among a torrent of lingering & malingering
& my engulfment is recast
as you lifting me dripping to the surface.
Soon the self I had perceived hardly seems to be,
but for a faint rattling like that of train
tracks being racked upon my brainwaves
& although stronger metallurgy leads to more
pristine machinery, so does the warping
of the rack lead to both a wandering from
& wonderment at a rainy day's brilliant
ability to diffuse.
rain pelting the window whistles
into these too changeable ears until 24 years,
seized with overbearing yearning, pour
into a single glass. The year I became Christian,
which is the year you drowned me
in a reign of love, whisks castaway
among a torrent of lingering & malingering
& my engulfment is recast
as you lifting me dripping to the surface.
Soon the self I had perceived hardly seems to be,
but for a faint rattling like that of train
tracks being racked upon my brainwaves
& although stronger metallurgy leads to more
pristine machinery, so does the warping
of the rack lead to both a wandering from
& wonderment at a rainy day's brilliant
ability to diffuse.
Literature
The madness of mankind
Ripped
Apart forever
From our soul
From the very start
Cast-out
Failing
To cross
A crumbled bridge
To brain-dead Inner Silence
Overkill
Burned
Out mind
Mending the cracks
Left by mindless slavery
Forlorn
Matrix
Imprisoned in
Social duty to
Worship what shapes our
Demise
No
Escape from
How we're encoded
What wrecks our Essence
Greed
Literature
Governed
Glory be upon the mad mans eye.
For he tweaks tomorrow's reels.
But fortune holds back his prize.
Only the ordained can hold that zeal.
Wistfully our beloved maker expires.
By the hands of man, God's fall one by one.
Bless the crazed, who live in the pyre.
Only the civil will let lies be spun.
The blind know man can lead his own designs.
And the deaf do hear a devote tune.
The mad discerns the truth of the divine.
All feverishly dance, lost in the swoon.
"If God did not exist, it would be necessary to create him".
Why?
Because without God all things are permitted.
Literature
Dear God,
I have a science test tomorrow
A math test today
I'm pretty sure i failed that,
And a history one tuesday
I'm really actually stressed
Kelsey the senior's a mess
Ian's a pervert
And madi' got a boyfriend
Bopbop' going crazy
And ny dad's being deployed
Mikayla &Makayla are depressed
And Brooke's freakin stressed
My cousin's still pregnant
And i'm still terrifed
All my friends who threatened to
Are gonna commit suicide
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I'm very much taken with this revision. It is powerful.
I wonder though if it would be even more so if it ended "dripping to the surface" and you could use what works in the following stanzas to seed new poetry.
Why not lift instead of lifting?
Good job.
I wonder though if it would be even more so if it ended "dripping to the surface" and you could use what works in the following stanzas to seed new poetry.
Why not lift instead of lifting?
Good job.