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Viseract
Poems
Jun 2016
Definition
A two word couple rarely used
In genuine terms, at least
But all too often, more than abused
Never in response to treat
And apologies are just the same
Said so carelessly, so carefree
Follows suit after a name
But meaningless, sadly
What are words without their meaning?
When used out of context
It meant something at the beginning
But the question is what’s next?
Will opinions come to have no value?
How about symbols, or hand signals?
As I said, use and abuse
So used the tongue does tingle
Compare that to human life
What makes us so unique?
We all have opinions and advice
And without being asked, openly critique
We push others down so we can get up
Why don’t we just learn to swim?
So we can go for long enough
Without bending someone to our whim
A life forced to enforce our own
Power corrupts, and corrupts absolutely
And these maddened actions we must condone
And do so resolutely.
Why do we keep ruining lives?
Not just others, but also our own
We punish either with words like knives
And suffer all alone
I preferred to shut my mouth
And say what doesn’t need saying
Everything would be what I’d talk about
But my emotions just kept on praying
Hiding behind a veil
That was a master façade
My smile hid all detail
So to myself I said “Au Revoir”
But they could not hide forever
My darkness lifted a little
So I tried piecing myself together
Labelled “Handle with Caution, for I am Brittle.”
But despite how hard I tried
I failed to be whole
My best interests were defied
And darkness enveloped my soul
What I once hid behind
Was now a part of me
When I realised, I died inside
And self-consciously admit defeat
My hands guided by hatred
For the weakness that was within
Energy so sapped I became faded
And my Nightmares would soon begin
For a year I found it hard to sleep
As I watched my friends be Butchered
With woe and sorrow I began to weep
In helplessness I was snookered
My friend had an idea for me
One I never dreamt
To try and incite a lucid dream
And to have my promise be kept
That I would protect my friends
No matter what the cost
A brave mental battle, with no happier end
And once done, I knew all was not lost
But inside my mind I found my meaning
Even through my lack of dreaming
That life is best had when not sleeping
And reminiscing memories of bleeding
Life is an experience
That defines who you are
Fill it with extravagance
And man will you go far
Or perhaps would this be better for my assignment than "Too Much, Too Little" or "Remember?" Please let me know
#words
#sad
#life
#world
#angry
#experience
#meaning
#conor
#blatchford
#definiton
Written by
Viseract
23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)
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