Ugly
The avatar of ugliness
An advocate of shame
Her hair is never pretty
But inside burns a flame
Her face is crystal beauty
An avatar of light
Her hair shines like the morning
But inside, losing might
A neutral face arises
Her features are very plain
Her eyes are grey and boring
But inside, she feels pain
Aren’t we all so ugly, when we cause another pain?
Aren’t we all so pretty, when we think ourselves plain?
Mortal
I am a mortal.
I think of selfish ambitions.
I desire perverse wishes.
I speak of self-righteous plots.
I flaunt my cunning thoughts.
I gibe my lesser peers.
I deny my weakest points.
I hurt my beloved friends.
I am a mortal.
Playground
Specters of the lost
Slowly drift through the night
Reliving fantasies long forsaken
Childrens’ voices laugh and cry
As the memories of playtime
Resound and echo
Angelic demonic ethereal astral
No time, no age, no sense of being
Existence is fallen as angels are lost
Lucifer’s bane, the ghosts of the past
A cursed life
No one hears your voice
Cry in the dead night
Calling to deaf ears
Sixth sense fading
Mystics converted
Ancient powers of spirits long forgotten
The spirits are lost
But not to time
8/13/04
Showing posts with label existential. Show all posts
Showing posts with label existential. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
HS. Poetry Part 11, Varied Themes Cont. (Empty, Must I Live Life Alone)
Empty
Existence is nothing, but yet,
Living for nothing isn’t it.
There is no true balance, and so,
To think you’re stronger or better,
Is no better for the other.
But who are we, the slaves of life,
To say we are the true powers…?
Life is so meaningless, and yet,
The acts of life will never stop.
Floating above the puffs of pearl,
The psyche will always ponder,
About past and archaic life.
But why should we bother with that,
When happiness’s ignorance,
Is better up life’s many rungs…?
Strength is our base and foundation,
But is power all that we need?
Should our everyday business thrive,
On such pathetic wastes of time?
Such as being the best in all,
Or are academics the norm?
Should we all suddenly perish,
But then exit all perfections…?
Feelings are of no use to some,
Whose minds are so above the rest.
But emotion isn’t absent,
When rage explodes around failure.
But are social masters just that,
When nothing is good in their sight?
Aren’t these two opposites alike,
When chuckles connect to these forms?
When failure and misses are shown,
By cruelty to these lone souls…
Are the ones with higher powers,
Always proud of all the failures,
That this imperfect tribe will yield?
All blunders aren’t mistaken, though,
Rather, they are pardoned above.
For these places of death and grief,
Will be perfected to His plans.
Yet, we must always be observant,
For memories are eternal…
Must I Live Life Alone
Must I live life alone?
A stone cold sentinel?
A fallen angel?
A lost lamb?
Cloistered in a chapel?
Shielded in a sanctum?
Trapped in a temple?
Solitude is my only companion
Alone I stand
No one to hold
Close to my face
No one to love me
For me and me
What to live for
Just one thing
To use my talents
For other’s glee
I sigh and smile
A plastic grin
What am I thinking?
I’m not like them
They have a love
They have a hate
They have feelings
Why can’t I?
Must I live life alone?
You can’t decide for me
I’ll find out
Don’t worry
My life is not a waste
As long as I have myself
Even without a love
To clasp hands with
I will live
In loneliness
12/17/03
Existence is nothing, but yet,
Living for nothing isn’t it.
There is no true balance, and so,
To think you’re stronger or better,
Is no better for the other.
But who are we, the slaves of life,
To say we are the true powers…?
Life is so meaningless, and yet,
The acts of life will never stop.
Floating above the puffs of pearl,
The psyche will always ponder,
About past and archaic life.
But why should we bother with that,
When happiness’s ignorance,
Is better up life’s many rungs…?
Strength is our base and foundation,
But is power all that we need?
Should our everyday business thrive,
On such pathetic wastes of time?
Such as being the best in all,
Or are academics the norm?
Should we all suddenly perish,
But then exit all perfections…?
Feelings are of no use to some,
Whose minds are so above the rest.
But emotion isn’t absent,
When rage explodes around failure.
But are social masters just that,
When nothing is good in their sight?
Aren’t these two opposites alike,
When chuckles connect to these forms?
When failure and misses are shown,
By cruelty to these lone souls…
Are the ones with higher powers,
Always proud of all the failures,
That this imperfect tribe will yield?
All blunders aren’t mistaken, though,
Rather, they are pardoned above.
For these places of death and grief,
Will be perfected to His plans.
Yet, we must always be observant,
For memories are eternal…
Must I Live Life Alone
Must I live life alone?
A stone cold sentinel?
A fallen angel?
A lost lamb?
Cloistered in a chapel?
Shielded in a sanctum?
Trapped in a temple?
Solitude is my only companion
Alone I stand
No one to hold
Close to my face
No one to love me
For me and me
What to live for
Just one thing
To use my talents
For other’s glee
I sigh and smile
A plastic grin
What am I thinking?
I’m not like them
They have a love
They have a hate
They have feelings
Why can’t I?
Must I live life alone?
You can’t decide for me
I’ll find out
Don’t worry
My life is not a waste
As long as I have myself
Even without a love
To clasp hands with
I will live
In loneliness
12/17/03
H.S. Poetry Part 10, Varied Themes Cont. (Different, Masks, A Day in the Life of...)
Different
People don’t accept me
They just don’t understand
Just because I’m different
I can’t stay in this land
They banish me to exile
I wander day by day
I stand beside the ocean
And feel the sun’s strong rays
The people are so saddened
They truly wish me back
And so I return to meet them
To find out what I lack
It’s true, we may be different. But we’re also just the same
We follow the call of destiny. We follow a holy name.
Masks
I cover my shame
I cover my fury
I shield myself
With a mask of bliss
Ignorance’s happiness
Is so much better
Than pain
Or grief
Or hatred
I don’t want to love
I don’t need to hate
But, in the end, I find
That emotions are my strength
But, taking my masque off
Is a perilous task
If I rip off my self
Will I find a new face?
I don’t really know…
But…
I don’t need this leer
Upon my brow
A jester’s smile
A demon’s grin
I don’t want it
I want a new face
I want a true face.
I want my face back.
12/16/03
A Day in the Life of...
Pain from within,
Comes from my sins.
Always afraid,
That I might fade.
Weakened am I,
Bidding goodbye.
Hoping to leave,
Sensing reprieve.
Happiness blooms,
Killing the doom.
Flying away,
So ends a day...
People don’t accept me
They just don’t understand
Just because I’m different
I can’t stay in this land
They banish me to exile
I wander day by day
I stand beside the ocean
And feel the sun’s strong rays
The people are so saddened
They truly wish me back
And so I return to meet them
To find out what I lack
It’s true, we may be different. But we’re also just the same
We follow the call of destiny. We follow a holy name.
Masks
I cover my shame
I cover my fury
I shield myself
With a mask of bliss
Ignorance’s happiness
Is so much better
Than pain
Or grief
Or hatred
I don’t want to love
I don’t need to hate
But, in the end, I find
That emotions are my strength
But, taking my masque off
Is a perilous task
If I rip off my self
Will I find a new face?
I don’t really know…
But…
I don’t need this leer
Upon my brow
A jester’s smile
A demon’s grin
I don’t want it
I want a new face
I want a true face.
I want my face back.
12/16/03
A Day in the Life of...
Pain from within,
Comes from my sins.
Always afraid,
That I might fade.
Weakened am I,
Bidding goodbye.
Hoping to leave,
Sensing reprieve.
Happiness blooms,
Killing the doom.
Flying away,
So ends a day...
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