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12/20
O King
You’re a man no one wants to be
Your soul is vacant and diseased
Cobwebs draped around your doubt
The fire long ago put out
Remember, I knocked on your door
And waded into all that gore
You let me in across the moat
Gave me a place to hang my coat
No one’s been here for some time
The banquet table’s crowned with grime
And your posture as you sit
Says you’re king of all of it
Get off your throne of gilded pride
Your arrogance is glorified
Where are your subjects, O King?
They left without an offering
Throw out your chest like you’re in charge
Make sure your ego’s bright and large
It still can’t brighten this dark hollow
Or shrink mistakes that you can swallow
You stand proud amid the dust
That you let settle on your trust
Commanding spores of fear and hate
A prosp’rous reign of rage awaits
You scream to cold unfeeling walls
They merely echo every call
Where are your subjects, O King?
They left without an offering
12/20
O King
You’re a man no one wants to be
Your soul is vacant and diseased
Cobwebs draped around your doubt
The fire long ago put out
Remember, I knocked on your door
And waded into all that gore
You let me in across the moat
Gave me a place to hang my coat
No one’s been here for some time
The banquet table’s crowned with grime
And your posture as you sit
Says you’re king of all of it
Get off your throne of gilded pride
Your arrogance is glorified
Where are your subjects, O King?
They left without an offering
Throw out your chest like you’re in charge
Make sure your ego’s bright and large
It still can’t brighten this dark hollow
Or shrink mistakes that you can swallow
You stand proud amid the dust
That you let settle on your trust
Commanding spores of fear and hate
A prosp’rous reign of rage awaits
You scream to cold unfeeling walls
They merely echo every call
Where are your subjects, O King?
They left without an offering
My mind rambles a lot, and when my brain is too lazy to form its ramblings into coherent paragraphs, or it can't figure out a way to force it into the current story I'm writing, I turn to poetry. Most of my poems are just quick ways to get my feelings down, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. They also mean a lot more than they probably seem to mean to anyone who reads them, so if you think you understand what a certain poem is about, you're most likely wrong...or at least not getting all of it. My mind likes complicating things like that - it's rather annoying.
That said, a lot of my poems are very personal, which means that there isn't nearly all of them up here. Yes, yes, how sad. Of course, all poems are personal to me in some way, but I don't mind sharing a choice few of them to the masses so...read away!
Note: There wasn't really a method to what order I put them in. They're roughly chronological, I suppose.
That said, a lot of my poems are very personal, which means that there isn't nearly all of them up here. Yes, yes, how sad. Of course, all poems are personal to me in some way, but I don't mind sharing a choice few of them to the masses so...read away!
Note: There wasn't really a method to what order I put them in. They're roughly chronological, I suppose.