Sophisticated entity.

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Lanze, Aug 19, 2006.

  1. Lanze

    Lanze Member

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    Um, well this was inspired by my friend who has been very promiscious lately despite loving her boyfriend and has stated multiple times that she wants to continue to live in the ghetto and enjoys it. I think that it is stupid that she wants to do this and I strive to change the world and live in new places. (for the record i dont live in the ghetto though im middle class) I don't understand her views but I think it might just be a matter of prospective, she sees beauty I see ugliness.

    Tell me what you think, I 'll check out some poems on here later but I'm tired at the moment.

    Please tell me any suggestions.


    "Sophisticated Entity, why do I hang on to you?
    addicted to drugs and sex but above all to your lies.

    What is love? I really can't tell anymore.

    Is it the sex , is it the tears, or is it those who hold me

    near.

    You had no aspirations, live and die in the same location.

    The endless passage took you home.

    I thought that silly and robust but still you persevered, your
    dreams held where your soul would be.

    And still I asked, what can one accomplish in a rundown

    warehouse such as this?

    But you saw it for its beauty, beauty in decay.

    The cold steel passage was your home. It was all you had ever

    known.


    it was you who showed me the meaning of the crack in the marble

    whole. The path you lead was not your own.


    You saw them malevolant depictions on the wall, And yet I saw

    not but horrifying entities.

    How could these be your worshipped dieties? Pitch and fork the

    same.

    The heated passage saw you change. Yet inside you were still

    the same.

    The passion burnt inside your heart. The thorn it prickled was

    not fraught.

    You saw your surroundings with perspective. The allusion of

    purpose escaped my comprehension.

    My urge to leave was different. The change I made to be

    significant.

    The winding passage brought confusion. It was really your

    abusion.

    Our lives crossed again within a single day. Elbows skew in

    dislocation.

    You thought to question this abrason. To you its existance not

    entire.

    But I was incorrect in my assumption. The environment had

    changed but the person stayed the same.

    The passage ended so abruptly. Taken back by someones virtue.

    What denervation did you have, in which to call me what I am?

    My life was a window, your life was a cave. Well we concluded

    just the same.

    I had spread my inhibition and strived for change. Yet in the

    end we were coequal.

    Sophisticated Entity, why do I hang on to you?
    addicted to drugs and sex but above all to your lies.
    "
     
  2. deep_blue_death03

    deep_blue_death03 Member

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    People are strange, what can I say, and we all find beuty in different places. But this is great though, because sometimes through others we can see beuty in things that would otherwise be non-existent to us. It's all in perspective I guess. And it also lies in ones own heart. The things we strive for are a major key in why ones perspective is as it is. I, myself, have seen beauty in the "ghetto" but I have alos seen its ugliness. And the same goes for many places of the world. I find travel and change to be very fulfiilling and enlightening, but I know many who are truly happy where they are. It all lies in the heart, as I see it, and the hearts desires for itself. Anyway, all this came to mind from reading your poem and I like your style of writing. I enjoyed your poem alot.
     

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