Dec 2015
You, they tell me, you shine like a diamond in the sun.
I polish myself to ward off the dust,
I have no fear, for they say I don't rust.
Why should I work; they say I've already won...
You, they tell me, banish dark with a blink.
I walk into destruction, intentionally.
I defeat demons arrogantly.
A powerful child isn't as weak as you think.
A day soaked in turmoil bathes me.
A towel of misfortune rapes me.
Clothing of shame drapes me.
Cruel fate awaits me.
I realize, if I am that diamond, not the sun,
It was truly the sun shining,
Not I, and too long spent there,
Would leave me high and dry.
I realize, we all blink away,
Darkness.
Just try closing your eyes,
You'll see the banality.
Propped up like a scarecrow,
Were their compliments,
And I was the field,
Now my crops don't yield.
I look into the world's eyes,
Contempt, like marching soldiers,
Flood forth from their gazes,
Into my heart, and ****** it.
My senses barren,
I walk back to the sun,
So I can be burned,
Into oblivion.
Saying to myself,
"It wouldn't,
Have been so bad,
If they loved me still."
I polish myself to ward off the dust,
I have no fear, for they say I don't rust.
Why should I work; they say I've already won...
You, they tell me, banish dark with a blink.
I walk into destruction, intentionally.
I defeat demons arrogantly.
A powerful child isn't as weak as you think.
A day soaked in turmoil bathes me.
A towel of misfortune rapes me.
Clothing of shame drapes me.
Cruel fate awaits me.
I realize, if I am that diamond, not the sun,
It was truly the sun shining,
Not I, and too long spent there,
Would leave me high and dry.
I realize, we all blink away,
Darkness.
Just try closing your eyes,
You'll see the banality.
Propped up like a scarecrow,
Were their compliments,
And I was the field,
Now my crops don't yield.
I look into the world's eyes,
Contempt, like marching soldiers,
Flood forth from their gazes,
Into my heart, and ****** it.
My senses barren,
I walk back to the sun,
So I can be burned,
Into oblivion.
Saying to myself,
"It wouldn't,
Have been so bad,
If they loved me still."
So, my best three poems had been rejected from this competition and I didn't even make any of the five or so semifinalist spots.
I'd been so excited to enter, because I'd heard so many good things about my poems; one person going so far as to say, "Your middle name should be, 'a beautiful mind.' "
Of course, I had no clue as to realize I was swimming in a "little pond" and that the big pond would be so... belittling, haha.
Anyway, I hope that this one is enjoyed.
Dark, it is, yet caging, it is not.
I find that ironic, how some poisons make you feel free.
Starts to make you wonder, if these things we call curses are really curses at all. Well, curses have prices.
Those things which are good don't; they have "conditions."
It takes a lot of experience to know that.
However, the good path is a hard path.
In a sense, it's more dangerous than the troubled path, because you have to be so much more careful. Those who don't like the good path are spiritually, mentally and physically lazy.
The thing is, although they say it takes a "community" to raise a child, I believe that it takes a "world" to sustain a man.
Yet, what do I mean by sustenance?
I don't mean ***, Lamborghinies , and drugs:
enough of those things and you'll find yourself emptier than a tube of toothpaste, while the devil uses your extracted minty-happiness to wax his chest.
Seems too typical if I say, "You need God," but it works for so many people.
Why does it work?
The devices of this world are like drugs, and you know it:
the internet, McDonald's, ****; breaking dependence on these things makes your mind clear, it gives you purpose, and ultimately, you become a better person.
However, there are people out there who call themselves Christians, and they're like bad books: the cover looks appealing, even the blurb on the back is enticing, but you delve in and you're disgusted.
It's hard to be a Christian, because everyone is saying that you shouldn't be.
It's like buying a medicine that is saving your life, and then turning on your television that features an advertisement saying, "If you're using clozorilXR, discontinue use immediately. Condemn that product!"
Imagine that advertisement fifty times a day.
That's how tough it is to be a Christian.
It means, being a Christian is hard (as I said about the good path before), and the harder something is, the more people you'll find failing at it.
Yet the good virtue is that they're still trying.
(I can't believe this guy is trying to sell us Christianity)
I'm not selling you anything.
Christians call this "sharing the good news."
In other words, I'm just telling you how happy I am and what I've learned.
You can break free of the drugs that pollute your mind.
Christianity it not an instant cure.
It's a journey.
A mission in actively fighting societal, social, physical, and mental pollution.
Chemicals are released in your brain when you have ***.
Most people can't resist that chemical.
Many people are addicted to it, some casually, others terribly.
No one is calling them drug addicts: that's a crime in and of itself.
I could go on preaching, but I'm wary of how people will feel about this.
"I didn't come here to be preached to."
Well, then tell me, what are you living this life for?
Many people will have answers.
I tell you the truth, 100% of those answers are fleeting.
So we cop out and say, "I'm here to enjoy life."
Well, you're not enjoying it; are you?
That's why you're "here."
I'd been so excited to enter, because I'd heard so many good things about my poems; one person going so far as to say, "Your middle name should be, 'a beautiful mind.' "
Of course, I had no clue as to realize I was swimming in a "little pond" and that the big pond would be so... belittling, haha.
Anyway, I hope that this one is enjoyed.
Dark, it is, yet caging, it is not.
I find that ironic, how some poisons make you feel free.
Starts to make you wonder, if these things we call curses are really curses at all. Well, curses have prices.
Those things which are good don't; they have "conditions."
It takes a lot of experience to know that.
However, the good path is a hard path.
In a sense, it's more dangerous than the troubled path, because you have to be so much more careful. Those who don't like the good path are spiritually, mentally and physically lazy.
The thing is, although they say it takes a "community" to raise a child, I believe that it takes a "world" to sustain a man.
Yet, what do I mean by sustenance?
I don't mean ***, Lamborghinies , and drugs:
enough of those things and you'll find yourself emptier than a tube of toothpaste, while the devil uses your extracted minty-happiness to wax his chest.
Seems too typical if I say, "You need God," but it works for so many people.
Why does it work?
The devices of this world are like drugs, and you know it:
the internet, McDonald's, ****; breaking dependence on these things makes your mind clear, it gives you purpose, and ultimately, you become a better person.
However, there are people out there who call themselves Christians, and they're like bad books: the cover looks appealing, even the blurb on the back is enticing, but you delve in and you're disgusted.
It's hard to be a Christian, because everyone is saying that you shouldn't be.
It's like buying a medicine that is saving your life, and then turning on your television that features an advertisement saying, "If you're using clozorilXR, discontinue use immediately. Condemn that product!"
Imagine that advertisement fifty times a day.
That's how tough it is to be a Christian.
It means, being a Christian is hard (as I said about the good path before), and the harder something is, the more people you'll find failing at it.
Yet the good virtue is that they're still trying.
(I can't believe this guy is trying to sell us Christianity)
I'm not selling you anything.
Christians call this "sharing the good news."
In other words, I'm just telling you how happy I am and what I've learned.
You can break free of the drugs that pollute your mind.
Christianity it not an instant cure.
It's a journey.
A mission in actively fighting societal, social, physical, and mental pollution.
Chemicals are released in your brain when you have ***.
Most people can't resist that chemical.
Many people are addicted to it, some casually, others terribly.
No one is calling them drug addicts: that's a crime in and of itself.
I could go on preaching, but I'm wary of how people will feel about this.
"I didn't come here to be preached to."
Well, then tell me, what are you living this life for?
Many people will have answers.
I tell you the truth, 100% of those answers are fleeting.
So we cop out and say, "I'm here to enjoy life."
Well, you're not enjoying it; are you?
That's why you're "here."
