"blindinly" poems
society is on the brink
of destruction
it cant properly function
the dead ends come alive and meet at a junction
crash
just like that
we lash
out
but its too late
we've started to seal our fate
it began when we chose to hesitate
pause
consider the cause
weigh out the odds
tick tock
the scale is tipping
the seams of society are gradually ripping
yet we blindinly keep gripping
at what we've been told
its a slippery hold
a disfunctional mold
there is no room for thought
only what we've been taught
so lend me your ear
allow yourself to hear
the subtle warning in the back of your head
before its too late
your individuality dead
allow yourself to know
gather the courage to grow
you can break out
of these shackels
and chains
for life is not all in vain
resist the embedded urge to refrain
restrain
dont give in
find something within
end the past chapter
pick up a pen
and begin
to write your new book
of a language all your own
in your head
you've always known
acknowledge the fact
lifes all an act
tick tock
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
Our eyes, given the first to see
The first to know what is
And what will be,
Close themselves
At the sight of a ray so blindinly bright
At a hint of a crash
At a drop of the rain
And at the first beam of the sun
Our hearts, given the first to sense
The first to feel what is
And what will be,
Do not close themselves
At the sight of a boy destructively lovely
At the hint of a future so crashed
At a drop of blood that bred from pain
And at its first beat, that means more than just a petty inclination.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC