Reason is a cow
06-21-2006, 08:58 PM
I'm hesitant to post my work. But for art's sake, here's one. It's far from my best, and not my favorite, EDIT I changed my poem of choice.
I have no will
to be a pawn
in the hands
of an idiot God
But I am bad
at chess
Checkmate
you win again
I guess feedback would be cool. Thanks.
I think my poetry is untraditional that's why it's hard to label. But here's another that I consider more generic though it means just as much to me. Maybe this will be more suitable..heh, though all my poems are very ambiguous..
Whenever I look
At my yellow-stained palms
I feel a sickening
Sense of remorse
How can I fly
On a blood spotted blanket
Or ride naked
On the spiked back of a horse
They are old hands
Not mine
They belong
To the hours
They are clock hands
They quaintly
My self
Do devour
Do devour
My self
A loud echoing
Laughter
Smiles sent
Down the river
Are lit up
By the rafter
Let’s toast
Everyone
Let’s raise
Our glasses
To the dream
We call God
To the dream
Of dry masses.
I have no will
to be a pawn
in the hands
of an idiot God
But I am bad
at chess
Checkmate
you win again
I guess feedback would be cool. Thanks.
I think my poetry is untraditional that's why it's hard to label. But here's another that I consider more generic though it means just as much to me. Maybe this will be more suitable..heh, though all my poems are very ambiguous..
Whenever I look
At my yellow-stained palms
I feel a sickening
Sense of remorse
How can I fly
On a blood spotted blanket
Or ride naked
On the spiked back of a horse
They are old hands
Not mine
They belong
To the hours
They are clock hands
They quaintly
My self
Do devour
Do devour
My self
A loud echoing
Laughter
Smiles sent
Down the river
Are lit up
By the rafter
Let’s toast
Everyone
Let’s raise
Our glasses
To the dream
We call God
To the dream
Of dry masses.