Post by Kate Burnham on Jan 18, 2018 22:01:12 GMT
Actions speak louder than words.
The loudest verbiage any child will hear,
a slap that deafens an apology, milks a tear.
You can't please everyone/Burning your candle at both ends.
People-pleaser:
work the hardest,
strive the longest,
live the briefest,
fall the hardest.
And when your circles
are running circles around circles,
spinning two dissimilarities
into one wholesome-seeming image,
like an optical illusion toy,
do you see your two lights
meeting at the middle
and snuffing out
between worn
thumb and index finger,
like a boot stamping
on a human face
forever?
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Under pressure, pain, entropy, detritus waits,
metamorphosing into something hard, brilliant,
and costly...
That shit works for diamonds and butterflies,
but we are homo sapiens, and our scars land us on
couches swallowing Prozac. Let's be real.
**So, I went for short, like the example poem. Nothing spectacular resulted, of course, but this was a really good exercise for playing with words and expressions, turning cliches on their heads and dissecting them. I need to remember this exercise, log it in my notebook.
The loudest verbiage any child will hear,
a slap that deafens an apology, milks a tear.
You can't please everyone/Burning your candle at both ends.
People-pleaser:
work the hardest,
strive the longest,
live the briefest,
fall the hardest.
And when your circles
are running circles around circles,
spinning two dissimilarities
into one wholesome-seeming image,
like an optical illusion toy,
do you see your two lights
meeting at the middle
and snuffing out
between worn
thumb and index finger,
like a boot stamping
on a human face
forever?
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Under pressure, pain, entropy, detritus waits,
metamorphosing into something hard, brilliant,
and costly...
That shit works for diamonds and butterflies,
but we are homo sapiens, and our scars land us on
couches swallowing Prozac. Let's be real.
**So, I went for short, like the example poem. Nothing spectacular resulted, of course, but this was a really good exercise for playing with words and expressions, turning cliches on their heads and dissecting them. I need to remember this exercise, log it in my notebook.
