"staging" poems - Hello Poetry

I got an award For being the stupidest young boy With a wax soul And impressionable. I thought I'd find something Nestled here amidst the trees And I did, But in no halls but the hall of god Speaking to me Dancing between the leaves Singing with every whispered breeze And yet when I stepped Past the threshold and into the "real world" I was sold A maniac of utter delinquency. Everybody there Waiting for their turn Auditioning for the favor of hearts They'll never win Can't see Laughing and wondering Reading without comprehension Sticking their *** in the face of the classics Lap dogs licking the milk from Professed ******* Thinking they'll be next Its not resentment-- Is it fair to be bent Towards dollars that've never been spent? All those silly parks Divided from the civilized lands Frontiers of the past Left to be little staging areas For that invisible hand Kids go on spring break Take pictures between the towns Maybe a stop along On the way To Vegas Deep in the desert where it'd **** any other day I cannot escape the unfathomable beauty of that place, Living off the world in a way God said To toil and love the pain In a way nobody does I am guilty of pride and Stuffed like a pie full of anger Cooking it into solid joy And trying hard to scrape the cancerous crust away All the dark sides we avoid But screaming the heat away is good Thermal induction is the name of the game Entropic fizzlements like bubbles in the wind Sublimating all that ever stood. Yet soon enough I'll be born anew And what I leave behind Lifted up Nautoloid shell With a sparkling abalone interior Someone will place on their shelf And think, "I wonder where that thing had been."

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Jul 20, 2018

Jul 20, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC

TimelessWave

Cacophonous Screams from the Departmentalized Interior

I got an award For being the stupidest young boy With a wax soul And impressionable. I thought I'd find something Nestled here amidst the trees And I did, But in no halls but the hall of god Speaking to me Dancing between the leaves Singing with every whispered breeze And yet when I stepped Past the threshold and into the "real world" I was sold A maniac of utter delinquency. Everybody there Waiting for their turn Auditioning for the favor of hearts They'll never win Can't see Laughing and wondering Reading without comprehension Sticking their *** in the face of the classics Lap dogs licking the milk from Professed ******* Thinking they'll be next Its not resentment-- Is it fair to be bent Towards dollars that've never been spent? All those silly parks Divided from the civilized lands Frontiers of the past Left to be little staging areas For that invisible hand Kids go on spring break Take pictures between the towns Maybe a stop along On the way To Vegas Deep in the desert where it'd **** any other day I cannot escape the unfathomable beauty of that place, Living off the world in a way God said To toil and love the pain In a way nobody does I am guilty of pride and Stuffed like a pie full of anger Cooking it into solid joy And trying hard to scrape the cancerous crust away All the dark sides we avoid But screaming the heat away is good Thermal induction is the name of the game Entropic fizzlements like bubbles in the wind Sublimating all that ever stood. Yet soon enough I'll be born anew And what I leave behind Lifted up Nautoloid shell With a sparkling abalone interior Someone will place on their shelf And think, "I wonder where that thing had been."