Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Jul 8, 2007 11:06:55 GMT -5
Wrote this in the VERRRRYYY late hours of the night. O.o; I'm not even sure I was awake when I wrote this, actually. xD I was browsing poetry on DevArt and got a bit inspired to write a little something of my own. I'd REALLY appreciate your feedback on this. =P
Basically, this poem is about the innocence of a child and his hopeful future versus the adult and his world in which there is no room for silly, childish dreams.
It's called "The Narrow Mind".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Narrow Mind
You do not know
Your eyes see little
Narrow-minded.
Age has not graced you with experience.
Time has stripped you of knowledge.
Tell me not
Of what you are to be
Of what you wish to become.
Envy what you lack
But find here in me.
Child, you simply do not know.
Your head is clouded,
Narrow-minded.
See through my eyes...
Brain-washed media
Reached for, but never touched.
Always reaching.
I am your hope
of satisfaction
of impractical ideal
Giver of the Two-Way mirror
In you I see myself,
my own reflection,
but I forget to see
it is not you who upon I gaze
but what you want me to see, want me to be.
Coveted Illusion.
Behind the Two-Way mirror...
Televised sodomy,
Ravaged innocence of the mind.
A thousand confessions
Of wanton love, of unrestrained devotion.
A thousand hearts,
A thousand faces,
Yet none to make substantial
A thousand lies...
Tools to be used
"Throw me away".
At your leisure,
I abide, give me purpose.
Just rise to the top.
Ever-better
Always better
But never quite the best
"Use me..."
Childhood dreams
The fool's reminiscence
Only now immortalized
In old boxes of forgotten photographs.
What once was,
What once was supposed to be,
A dream, a whim.
Desolate desert of lost hope,
On a shelf in my closet.
Forgotten...
The end of the tunnel,
I was the light,
The unattainable goal
Subsided now to ash
And I leave you
In darkness
Blindly, yet, you walk
"Give me your eyes."
You stumble once
Into shadow,
Into darkness
A would-be light turned to darkness
Just like me.
You narrow-minded child.
Dear elder, can you not see
The world has shown you
Light
Yet you cast the other cheek
In Darkness
You wander now,
Seeking, always seeking
That light
At the end of the tunnel.
Just like me.
See through my eyes...
Endless possibility
"Try to stop me now!"
Color for the black and white
Birth of the re-birthed
Unbound and unshackled I stand.
Send me not away from
Guiding light
For the tunnel is near
Yet so far away.
I live the dream
You so carelessly murdered
Massacre of the incandescent, illuminating
Light.
Holocaust of innocence.
Where you lack
I compensate.
Inverted hourglass of the future.
Kindle now the flame
once forgotten.
Three words substantiated
Hold more power
Than those unsubstantial one-thousand
"Breathe life into me."
Torn asunder
Now lies the lie.
A coward to reach redemption,
A hero to reach salvation,
And I to reach ever-higher.
Millions of fish in the pond,
But one
Never only one
To satisfy hunger
never satisfied.
Always searching
For one,
The right one.
Infinite possibility,
So many ways,
But only one path to take,
The right one,
Never the only one
To satisfy hunger
Never satisfied.
You see now
Why it is you,
Only you
To house the implacable
Beast of Envy?
You are not the light,
Not now.
Only what once was,
What was to be.
You are what I am to become.
The light who'd stumble in
Shadow...
So, tell me now,
You who are by far superior
In every way,
In all ways,
Who are master of
Condescension, of thoughtless
Preconception....
Who is of the narrow-mind now?
-Andrea
Basically, this poem is about the innocence of a child and his hopeful future versus the adult and his world in which there is no room for silly, childish dreams.
It's called "The Narrow Mind".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Narrow Mind
You do not know
Your eyes see little
Narrow-minded.
Age has not graced you with experience.
Time has stripped you of knowledge.
Tell me not
Of what you are to be
Of what you wish to become.
Envy what you lack
But find here in me.
Child, you simply do not know.
Your head is clouded,
Narrow-minded.
See through my eyes...
Brain-washed media
Reached for, but never touched.
Always reaching.
I am your hope
of satisfaction
of impractical ideal
Giver of the Two-Way mirror
In you I see myself,
my own reflection,
but I forget to see
it is not you who upon I gaze
but what you want me to see, want me to be.
Coveted Illusion.
Behind the Two-Way mirror...
Televised sodomy,
Ravaged innocence of the mind.
A thousand confessions
Of wanton love, of unrestrained devotion.
A thousand hearts,
A thousand faces,
Yet none to make substantial
A thousand lies...
Tools to be used
"Throw me away".
At your leisure,
I abide, give me purpose.
Just rise to the top.
Ever-better
Always better
But never quite the best
"Use me..."
Childhood dreams
The fool's reminiscence
Only now immortalized
In old boxes of forgotten photographs.
What once was,
What once was supposed to be,
A dream, a whim.
Desolate desert of lost hope,
On a shelf in my closet.
Forgotten...
The end of the tunnel,
I was the light,
The unattainable goal
Subsided now to ash
And I leave you
In darkness
Blindly, yet, you walk
"Give me your eyes."
You stumble once
Into shadow,
Into darkness
A would-be light turned to darkness
Just like me.
You narrow-minded child.
Dear elder, can you not see
The world has shown you
Light
Yet you cast the other cheek
In Darkness
You wander now,
Seeking, always seeking
That light
At the end of the tunnel.
Just like me.
See through my eyes...
Endless possibility
"Try to stop me now!"
Color for the black and white
Birth of the re-birthed
Unbound and unshackled I stand.
Send me not away from
Guiding light
For the tunnel is near
Yet so far away.
I live the dream
You so carelessly murdered
Massacre of the incandescent, illuminating
Light.
Holocaust of innocence.
Where you lack
I compensate.
Inverted hourglass of the future.
Kindle now the flame
once forgotten.
Three words substantiated
Hold more power
Than those unsubstantial one-thousand
"Breathe life into me."
Torn asunder
Now lies the lie.
A coward to reach redemption,
A hero to reach salvation,
And I to reach ever-higher.
Millions of fish in the pond,
But one
Never only one
To satisfy hunger
never satisfied.
Always searching
For one,
The right one.
Infinite possibility,
So many ways,
But only one path to take,
The right one,
Never the only one
To satisfy hunger
Never satisfied.
You see now
Why it is you,
Only you
To house the implacable
Beast of Envy?
You are not the light,
Not now.
Only what once was,
What was to be.
You are what I am to become.
The light who'd stumble in
Shadow...
So, tell me now,
You who are by far superior
In every way,
In all ways,
Who are master of
Condescension, of thoughtless
Preconception....
Who is of the narrow-mind now?
-Andrea