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I dare all poets self-proclaimed
To write without these hackneyed words:
Fall, blood, bleeding, broken, maimed,
Wings, feathers, flight, torment, and birds.
Heart, mirror, mask, cut, knife, and chain
Are ancient as tyrannosaurus.
E’er sorrow, tears, cries, screams, and pain—
Have none of you a real thesaurus?
Poetic suff’ring relies not
On angsty words, imagined woe.
Lost love, lost life, loved life forgot;
What of this sorrow do you know?
Suburban schmucks! You brood and sigh
As though you’re all about to die.
Take your cage metaphorical
Your questions rhetorical
Of why no one “understands” your pain.
Spare me self-pitying symbolism,
Blatant, banal masochism,
Platitudinous poems inane.
“Imprisoned, I am a slave to the darkness!”
No, just a slave to your poetry’s starkness.
Original thoughts are not found in your prose,
Just trite expressions of your pretended woes.
“I cry, I weep, I wear this chain.
The cutting blade, the wicked arrow.”
These phrases that are meant to harrow
Are in fact the poet’s bane.
“Doom, tomb, fall, wall, light, plight.”
I’m annoyed with your void,
Your deep symbolic black abyss
Means nothing if you know naught of this.
This eternal blackness of which you dream
Gives your poems a clichéd, pointless theme.
If my meter or lack thereof,
Sporadic lines, barely rhyming,
Doth offend, pray look above;
It’s meant to mock your own poor timing.
If your poems aren’t bleak martyrdom
Then you make a character to which you cling
Beautiful and suffering
To love and pity,
To torture and adore,
Far from witty,
A bloody bore,
Used and broken, or cold, weak, and numb.
All I ask of you and your poetry:
Bear your cross away from me.
To write without these hackneyed words:
Fall, blood, bleeding, broken, maimed,
Wings, feathers, flight, torment, and birds.
Heart, mirror, mask, cut, knife, and chain
Are ancient as tyrannosaurus.
E’er sorrow, tears, cries, screams, and pain—
Have none of you a real thesaurus?
Poetic suff’ring relies not
On angsty words, imagined woe.
Lost love, lost life, loved life forgot;
What of this sorrow do you know?
Suburban schmucks! You brood and sigh
As though you’re all about to die.
Take your cage metaphorical
Your questions rhetorical
Of why no one “understands” your pain.
Spare me self-pitying symbolism,
Blatant, banal masochism,
Platitudinous poems inane.
“Imprisoned, I am a slave to the darkness!”
No, just a slave to your poetry’s starkness.
Original thoughts are not found in your prose,
Just trite expressions of your pretended woes.
“I cry, I weep, I wear this chain.
The cutting blade, the wicked arrow.”
These phrases that are meant to harrow
Are in fact the poet’s bane.
“Doom, tomb, fall, wall, light, plight.”
I’m annoyed with your void,
Your deep symbolic black abyss
Means nothing if you know naught of this.
This eternal blackness of which you dream
Gives your poems a clichéd, pointless theme.
If my meter or lack thereof,
Sporadic lines, barely rhyming,
Doth offend, pray look above;
It’s meant to mock your own poor timing.
If your poems aren’t bleak martyrdom
Then you make a character to which you cling
Beautiful and suffering
To love and pity,
To torture and adore,
Far from witty,
A bloody bore,
Used and broken, or cold, weak, and numb.
All I ask of you and your poetry:
Bear your cross away from me.
Literature
Dance of The Fallen
Dance of The Fallen
I walk onto the dance floor
And am surrounded by ghosts of summer's past
They dance around me wearing faceless masks
Each move with such grace and beauty
I know it is too good to last
Faster and faster the figures dance
To soon do I stumble
Giving myself away
Each covered face turns my way
Suspecting me of being something
Different, Strange
I realize then I am not a faceless creature
A hateful bane
I am bright and vibrant
Something that should not be covered
Or smothered by other's selfish spite
I reject your masks
Your hateful ways
For I am me and I will never be tamed
So I continue dancing
Literature
You Are Nothing...But Magic
Sometimes I wonder if the person I love is really in love with me too. Every time I try to request something she threatens me with a break up or worse I am made to look I'm a bad guy making such impossible demands. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel hurt but I can't say that to her for fear she would leave me. Am I really that an embarrassment? That all I am worth are hidden text messages between us on a messenger that it even automatically delete those messages after ten messages.
I put her high on the pedestal, and bent over backwards just to do all her bidding and ask for a simple request and she scoff at it like it's some disgusting
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I don't mean to offend anyone. I've written poems with all these "hackneyed words" before...everyone who has ever attempted poetry has done so. Many great poets can take certain phrases that would be cliched when used by others and make them really sound amazing. They don't use cool-sounding words as a crutch.
I'm just sick of people stringing together groups of angsty words and pretending their poems have meaning. It drives me insane! If your poem means something to you, I guess that's all that matters. Just don't expect great praise online for talking about the "bloody cage of life" in which you dwell, "broken-winged and chained."
Edit: There was a typo here that was driving me absolutely insane. Yes, I'm a grammar nazi in addition to being a scathing satirist. Feel free to loathe me.
I'm just sick of people stringing together groups of angsty words and pretending their poems have meaning. It drives me insane! If your poem means something to you, I guess that's all that matters. Just don't expect great praise online for talking about the "bloody cage of life" in which you dwell, "broken-winged and chained."
Edit: There was a typo here that was driving me absolutely insane. Yes, I'm a grammar nazi in addition to being a scathing satirist. Feel free to loathe me.
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I've written poems that didn't have those words in them.