Zerobeat
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 |  Subject: Amateur Poetry with Zer0beat Thu Sep 22, 2011 8:19 pm | |
| Most of this shit is inspired by video games. Most of the references are damn obvious. I do this every now and then, and I'm always taking criticism to write better. One thing I've been told and am working on was to be less specific, letting the reader create a picture on their own. Which is a problem I've noticed in my poetry. - Older Works:
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"Fog"
It lingers in the air, it is both visible and invisible
It hinders how far we can see
We are unable to distinguish figures in the distance
Why can't we see into the fog?
Where did it come from?
Vision and Judgment hindered by the world
The fog grows thick with lies and naivety
It grows heavy, hiding the unknown in the innocent haven
When we reach out to the truth, what do we find but
A wailing soul, disfigured as a result of its search
Taking actions haphazardly through the fog
In futile attempts to disperse it
To those who live in the midst of fog
Shall you wander about in bliss?
Or is your desire to find what really lies under the fog
No matter how ugly it may be?
"Passion"
It defines the depth of our emotions
A burning passion of love
The euphoria of being with the one held so dear
Yet there is an unnerving fear deep inside the mind
That one day they will be lost
Whether that be to the empyreal skies, or the cold earth
The flames of passion burn out
The desire to avoid emotional pain and vulnerability
Overtake the heart and soul, leaving a callous shell
The passion is frozen,, but still remains
Taken in the form of hatred, sorrow, ressentiment
Trying to find the root of the pain
The search is endless, passion covered by apathy
What passion is there in apathy?
- Spoiler:
"Flowing Destiny"
Flowing Destiny
Destiny is not written in stone
It is a star out in the night sky
Determining which star, which destiny
Is truly yours, is outright impossible
Shifting Destiny
The moment you think you find your destiny
It fades back into the sea of stars
How much longer will you search?
Nothing will come of uncertainty
Temporal Destiny
Some say it is a river
Flowing in one direction
They're wrong, Time and Destiny
Are both oceans, indefinite and endless
Infinite Destiny
The star doesn't choose you
You determine your destiny whether you realize it or not
Did you ever think there was a finite number of destinies?
The possibilities are as endless as the stars in the heavens
Don't chase after fleeting fancies.
"Corner of Memories"
A young man stood
At the corner of a city block
He looked to his right
A child played with his family in the park
Laughing along the way as he ran about
The man looked to his left
An elderly man sat by the trees
Visiting his beloved one's grave
As the young man looked out in the distance
The figures became distorted
Yet certain events remained clear
He stood at the divide
As the lanes converged towards him
At the mirror's edge of the parallel
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"Compassion"
I kept asking myself,
"Why do I keep reaching out to people,
knowing one of us is going to get hurt?"
But then I realized, nothing will stay here
Albeit it a somber thought, I knew one thing for certain
That is a damn good reason
To enjoy what I have now!
I know and willingly accept
What will be of the future
You will never existentially disappear
Because I'll always remember
The being you made out of me
Some say, "Humans only act out of self-interest."
While that is true to an extent
Self-interest does not have to be self-centered
If my interest were to help you,
It is my own interest, an outward action
I reach out to you
and I feel... euphoric, ecstatic, happy
Like a hand reaching out to the sky above
I am unsure whether you can see
or if I can feel you taking my hand
...But I want to hold on!
"Dreams of a Shore in Another World"
Have I awakened? Or have I slipped into slumber?
The world has a mysterious air
Perhaps, even a bit celestial
Do I belong in such a place?
I returned home to surprised, even horrified faces
All pictures of me have been defaced
My identity effectively erased
In the backyard was a faceless tombstone
Even if I stumbled upon this world by chance
It's clear I don't belong here...
Many times I've envisioned that,
A world void of my existence
I've pictured how much happier the world would be without me
It's selfish, or self-absorbed, one or the other
To think that my existence is worth nothing
I may not have a grand future
That's not important, I have a reason
The smaller gears move in unison, in synergy
To the larger gears, nothing more.
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"Reality"
"Cogito ergo sum."
I think, therefore I am.
As spoken by Rene Descartes
Our existence composes our reality for us
However, reality is not so clear cut
Dreams invade reality
How do we prove we are truly alive?
Thus exists the reality of death
That one day, all shall return to origin
So we are faced with an agenda
Time, our enemy
To make our dreams into reality
The fear that we will go forgotten
To leave our "mark"
How selfish of us to believe that we will go forgotten
There is no need for proof
Such is our dream of reality
And the reality of our dreams
"Resplendent Life"
Observe and celebrate it in its grandeur
Its brilliance
Its magnificence
Such a splendor cannot be covered by words alone
That it is both immeasurable and yet finite in worth
That we cannot relate life to something that DOESN'T have worth
Or rather, something that is infinite, for life is fleeting
Some say lives are without worth
But I say if they were to give their life for yours
Would you consider it worthless and move on?
Sad to say, some see it like that
Were it that simple, we'd have been gone o'er night
Lives have worth, but they are incomparable
One's life cannot be another, for they are different in identity
If they are incomparable, then why are we all different?
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"Memory"
Like a virus
Once it enters, it spreads about on instinct
Like a plague
Destined to fade, to be "eradicated" one day
Does it flutter around you like a butterfly?
Does it stalk you like a lynx?
Memories vary in worth
Some want to hold onto all of their memories
Others want to renew themselves
But they define who you are
Even the haunting nightmares
Even the slightest, faintest memory
Some memories persist
Others will vanish
Only to appear again
You are never allowed to forget
It is natural to associate to memory
No matter how much we want to forget
But that doesn't mean they'll stay with you forever
To accept that nightmare for all it's worth
To try and understand it
Then it will fade away on its own
To the deepest recesses of the mind
It will become nothing more than a memory oneday
"Transience"
Like rain
The drops scatter about, and regather
Only to become a raindrop
And disperse once again
It reminds us of what we hold most dear
At the very moment it will leave us
The things that are most important to us
Are just as easily lost
It's easy to take for granted
When we don't realize how long it will last
Is it... scary?
Knowing that things can never stay the same?
Do you want to hold on?
Don't be afraid to fight for it
But it's not always good to hold on...
- Newer Works:
"Sin and Punishment"
To quote the fascinations of a certain someone:
"There are two kinds of men, the righteous who think they are sinners,
and the sinners who think they are righteous."
Likewise, of the flock
There are sheep who seek damnation
And then the goats who seek salvation
Which begs the question
Will people get what's coming to them?
Does justice, true justice exist?
Or perhaps, guilt
Incessantly pecking at the judged like a raven
Sin is a burden
Something we are born with
It is natural, instinctive to sin
Yet we are more than just humans, we are people
If the sin is yours alone, it is your burden to bear alone
It is also natural to blame oneself
But is it truly your fault?
Keep saying it to yourself and it might as well be
Your own personal torturing and execution
You became your own "judge, jury, and executioner", as they say
What more fitting punishment is there?
"Scarlet Elegy"
In a hamlet lived a painter
Adept and accomplished
Perfectionist, and yet far from it
Striving to overcome mistakes
His sights set
Then one day, a brilliant young artist appeared
He created masterpieces
Masterpieces for the world to see
The people marveled in his talents
The painter was distraught
Years of building up practice
Only to be shadowed by a tower
The painter worked himself tooth and nail
He did not sleep, nor eat
After all, those menial tasks slowed him down
Driven by only hatred, envy, and jealousy
The slightest mistakes torn to ribbons
Yet he could not improve...
The aspiring you artist visited the painter's home
The painter threw a frenzy at the very sight of him
"If I can't be the best, I'll be the only one!"
He grabbed paintbrushes and stabbed the young artist
He stabbed him with as many brushes as it took
The dying artist's cries delighted him
When the villagers came to see
Did they see man or beast?
Feral teeth and claws, and deranged eyes and smile
He mauled the villagers
Their cries an aria of the painter's strife
With his last brush, he took a palate
Collected the blood
And begun his final masterpiece
Slashing furiously at the canvas
"We can all be in the picture!
Come now!
Don't be shy, let's all go together!
Blood, blood! Crimson blood!
Poison! Poisonous blood!
You're all like a plague, you held me back!
Hahaha! It's wonderful! It's delicious!
I thank you for this last piece.
You all did a good job!
But I must be in this too!"
He howled at the night sky
And drove his claws into his heart
But there was no blood
Having finally given up
He collapsed on his canvas
But the blood did not smear...
"Harmony"
In a split symphony, Negativity and Composure
What do you get when you combine them?
A single being, "me"
The spoken "unique trait", an orchestra
Within Negativity,
Ressentiment, anger, bitterness
Yet, if those are taken away
The orchestra crumbles
The privilege of having these emotions, is all mine
Within Composure
Calmness, curiosity, assuredness
Yet combined makes a harmony of dissonance
Chaos, making a stable mask
Dissonance is my harmony
For a "true harmony",
Would be an Eden, only covering the hell
No good would come of that
I want to accept my imperfect reality
Because that is how it must be
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