A little something I wrote the other night...

His house built ego-wide
Statues abound
Feeling cold stares on the back of your neck
As these walls come alive

These portraits...
Quivering shivers sent down your spine
Hung long before their time


What a beautiful array
Ecclectic facade
As your hands feel as cold as ice
Dormant eyes staring alone


As this sky diminishes to dusk
Rain pours from mouths that once felt so dry
Seemingly unendless droughts
Brought forth storms in his echoing reply

As this embrace echoes through your walls
So Hollow these portraits cry out
An emptyness so fullfilling...

So fullfilling to the dead


What a beautiful array
an ecclectic facade
[what beautiful decay
through this house it resides]
As your breath echoes forth into the night
Still dormant these eyes, staring alone

Butcher's Broom

 

since i have such a weird poetry style, here's the breakdown:

this one was written about people who have no dignity or self respect for themselves, so they go out and buy into the material hype to seek that extra 'something', when really it brings them back to where they began - to self doubt, and unhappiness. basically, it's a reminder of staying true to yourself, and not getting lost in the darker aspects of a world that can potentially be so bright for each and every one of us.

anyways, yeah. probably makes a little more sense now

your thoughts on it?

 

It's good, actually, just kind of confused me at first.

 

Wow, that's pretty deep. I actually liked it a lot. keep up the good work

 

i like it

 

i liked it. ur writing styles deep not wierd