The End, Begin
JesusTheTerrorist
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This poem is about reality, as I percieve it.
Warning: I don't really write so excuse any insults to poetry. It doesn't have rhyme or structure, mostly. It's rough and I'd like any criticism. I hate the first stanza but I can't think of any other way to put it. I also don't like the repetition of the word back in the third stanza.
The end, begin
Rewind, replay
Live, die
Resurrect
Be gone, come back
Constant motion
No form, no order
Living Spiral
Out of control
Cannot turn back
Into the void
Come out, go back
Run now, no return
Unknown, eyes closed
Crossing (now) over
Not yet born
Stand naked, fully clothed
Exposed, concealed
No one knows
Not a lie, always truth
Turn around
Take it in
Welcome to
The end, begin
Warning: I don't really write so excuse any insults to poetry. It doesn't have rhyme or structure, mostly. It's rough and I'd like any criticism. I hate the first stanza but I can't think of any other way to put it. I also don't like the repetition of the word back in the third stanza.
The end, begin
Rewind, replay
Live, die
Resurrect
Be gone, come back
Constant motion
No form, no order
Living Spiral
Out of control
Cannot turn back
Into the void
Come out, go back
Run now, no return
Unknown, eyes closed
Crossing (now) over
Not yet born
Stand naked, fully clothed
Exposed, concealed
No one knows
Not a lie, always truth
Turn around
Take it in
Welcome to
The end, begin
"Provided there are no pre-conditions"
Originally posted by MrBrian -
"one day a country may just liberate america, what will you say then?"
Originally posted by MrBrian -
"one day a country may just liberate america, what will you say then?"
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I like the idea of the Turn in both stanzas. Didn't think of that.
Originally posted by MrBrian -
"one day a country may just liberate america, what will you say then?"
I'll show you.
endbeginning rewindreplaying living dying resurrecting the go in the whoa of the woe and go of the be gone and come back ah that coming back in the constant motion of orderly orderlessness in the incessant cesspit dead living spiral into nothingness
so, by playing with the form a bit you could be the greatest Irish writer since the last fella.
But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
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Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
Violet: Thanks!!
Originally posted by MrBrian -
"one day a country may just liberate america, what will you say then?"