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sophistication- my Achilles' heel
sometimes I wonder... how can it be real?
with love and pain intertwined;
fear and thrill ever aligned
I can't speak for all of mankind
but everything seems too streamlined
life isn't so well-plotted or planned!
bets placed in deus ex machina hands
as if we're the ones written
into an artificial land
mass confusion, easily explained
born ignorant, and never changed
born self-centered and estranged
so many of us turn deranged
and I've become so... detached
I process ideas... the way a computer crunches numbers
in the last few moments... before my slumbers
and everyone is attached
in a profoundly physical way
making it easy to buy into
lies beautifully displayed
I never intend to argue,
yet I wield the sword of wordplay
muddled thoughts contort my brain-
once again, depth is my bane-
such feelings are hard to explain
in words meant for the earthly plane...
take me away,
take me away,
little huricane
sometimes I wonder... how can it be real?
with love and pain intertwined;
fear and thrill ever aligned
I can't speak for all of mankind
but everything seems too streamlined
life isn't so well-plotted or planned!
bets placed in deus ex machina hands
as if we're the ones written
into an artificial land
mass confusion, easily explained
born ignorant, and never changed
born self-centered and estranged
so many of us turn deranged
and I've become so... detached
I process ideas... the way a computer crunches numbers
in the last few moments... before my slumbers
and everyone is attached
in a profoundly physical way
making it easy to buy into
lies beautifully displayed
I never intend to argue,
yet I wield the sword of wordplay
muddled thoughts contort my brain-
once again, depth is my bane-
such feelings are hard to explain
in words meant for the earthly plane...
take me away,
take me away,
little huricane
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A battle cry for the lost.
Open your eyes my child,
we're on the way home.
We may not win the battle,
but you wont go down alone.
Your mother wont be forgotten,
she was taken way too soon...
But,revenge is never the answer,
a calm mind will help us bloom
We ran away from death,
and feel guilty from the fright!
But we will return for our family!
We'd rather die with a fight!
Come to arms my brothers!
Nomads, we are not.
Think about our precious lands,
or maybe you all forgot...
Well, whoever will stand with me,
clear the anger from your heart.
Blindness from rage is fatal ,
and we'd be doomed from the start.
So open your eyes my people!
We are on the way home.
We m
Literature
The Torturing Dream
Soft... her skin. He knew it would be before he even knew her name.
Silent... the breath he can't catch after his gasp when she said 'Hello gorgeous. Let's go make some trouble.'
Soft... the sheets on the bed in a room he'd never seen, but was happy to be inhabiting.
Silent... the arch of her back and the tears on her face, oxytocin induced...
Hard... the concrete he sees when he awakes from the dream
Cold... the skin on his chest where she laid her head seconds before
Hard... the sound of him lighting a cigarette in the quiet room
Cold... his breath when he exhales the first drag of another day
Literature
Trees
Waxy leaves shine,
Like the jewels of a fool’s paradise.
Shadows dance amongst their high hopes.
Ready to crash and burn,
Amidst the fire of fall.
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"Being" is such a broad concept that I may very well end up writing a series of novels on the subject. But for now, an angst poem about existentialism will suffice. Because I find the irony to be hilarious.
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I think the fact you chose a fixed rhyme kind of scheme added to the subject of the poem. I also loved the (I believe it is only a video game, but it could also be more) reference of deus ex machina (assuming that is a reference and not something else 
). What really throws me off is the ending of "little hurricane". . . may I ask why you chose hurricane? I can get the obvious factors of chaos swirling and how life can be like a hurricane and all, but, at the same time, it feels off from the poem. A little out of place to me.
This is my personal opinion of course and you can change and keep whatever you want to. It is your poem after all. I just wanted to be constructive with my comment and give a bit of love and a bit of advice.
My favorite part was absolutely,
"and everyone is attached
in a profoundly physical way"
). What really throws me off is the ending of "little hurricane". . . may I ask why you chose hurricane? I can get the obvious factors of chaos swirling and how life can be like a hurricane and all, but, at the same time, it feels off from the poem. A little out of place to me. This is my personal opinion of course and you can change and keep whatever you want to. It is your poem after all. I just wanted to be constructive with my comment and give a bit of love and a bit of advice.
My favorite part was absolutely,
"and everyone is attached
in a profoundly physical way"