Hmm, Interesting

An early poem never finished. This was supposed to be a masterpiece once, but I never got around to making it so. Now I find it to be decent regardless. Sorry for the dark nature.

When the boy was born bloody, pulsating alive he thought to himself, hmm, interesting, as his mother screamed watching her body bleed, a human being that grew from a seed amongst a forest singing a glimmering obsidian of life’s chorus

When the boy walked psychotropic apocalypse the world looked down on the savage’s menagerie

The medication graces homo-sapien shapeshifting mystic blistering syphilis

A tumour is blooming in his mind, he grins sacrilegious, a grim reaper’s scythe his smile moonlight protruding self-empowered flower, a fatal petal settles, realigned with the metal and cyanide between the divide, an allusion redefined to sterilize the ground of life

He told himself: "The hospital still stalks my soul, the hospital became my home"

And the boy said hmm, interesting, I don’t give a f**k for all this suffering

As the world died around him, hmm interesting, muffling the handcuffs of his captured rapture  

And he said hmm interesting as his life followed in kind into the splendour of death

And the boy said, hmm interesting with bliss vindicating a hissing copperhead of malevolent dread, swallowing possums among the blossoms

Hmm interesting he whispered until his voice went quiet inside

And he realized, hmm interesting, white noise is a black void, darkness is a light

And he prophesied, hmm interesting, not done by me right, left deathless in Armageddon, a revenant 

Alone on the earth

And when the devil said, welcome to my world, he took his shoes off and made himself at home

He found that this was his life, onboard a vessel incandescent inside his soul

And he said hmm, interesting, I don’t care, hmm interesting, I’ve paid my fare

And there was nothing to fight in the silence of cold worlds, the inner circle of tuberculosis, words flourishing in the bottomless harvest

And there was nothing to share in the emptiness that married his carrion coffin, his heart was rotten

And when he lost interest in living it he said, hmm interesting, and went fishing in oblivion

And caught a sickness so deep that it crept into his bones, hmm interesting, on a cold throne of the unknown

And when the life was sucked from his frail poison paralyzed body embroidered with paranoia he died saying, hmm, interesting

And when he looked at the stupid grey world around him that he couldn’t quite swallow as he choked over provoked potent strokes of brokeness he thought hmm, interesting, digesting the tempest

Incessant incited indecisive discretion

He still couldn’t give a f**k, he just couldn’t mention

And the mere entrance of the comprehension of memories severed him and his dreams in mercury flowing streams of the sanity of human beings that could not give a damn for him

And he said hmm, interesting, as the words began festering inside his mind, and made his skull blind

Under the designed skyline lie refined in the ivory carvings of marble abominations

Nephilim die cut open wide to embrace the child and end his race of rot

And he remembered it all for a moment, and sat in the stillness and sloth

; And did not

The boy looked at the poem he had written, in the middle of thought, smitten to do righteousness in the silent death of the last breaths fight, may he have the right to take flight and abandon this place, take away from the face of this earth, reset birth from worthlessness reassess his whole process and say, hmm interesting, emotionless free under oceans weak debris floating in the open sleep without hope or peace, be a worthless freak without unbroken feet to hold the being you are away from the current day and faded away drowned our colours feeding the abyssal waters, fresh for the slaughter eaten by brothers

And when he dies, he’ll say "hmm, how interesting

I suppose, I suffered"

And the friendless man who sought to stand against the empty expanse for another chance wavered for a moment, thought through his frosted heart coffin lobotomy, saw himself for the first time and remembered, exhausted, uninterested

It’s ok, I don’t matter

 

Anomaly apologies lie through violence

A puppet suffocates like a soft caress, collecting dust, the musk of death

The maiden savours the blood, captivated in the circulation, invades the dream of love, with an alibi for cyanide, the body’s broken model sodomized, comes back to life

Implore my assortment of morbid sorcery, and explore insurgence, reborn, emerging for the curtains, unburdened

And realize, that this madness and grief, this shame and despair, is in itself, interesting, hmm?

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Ethan]

Interesting, great.... I agree with what MC says, its still a masterpiece, I can only dream of writing these poems, but you see you wrote it up practically!
Great!

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Hmm... Interesting!
This wasn't a masterpiece just once, it's still a masterpiece. Sometimes it's necessary to drain out the darkness to make space for the coming light and you did the same.
Do you know how it feels when you can't speak something you want? It feels like you are suffocating and your throat is choked with something. So it's better to speak out everything sometimes even if you don't want to.
That's all I had to say.
Interesting and great write Jack!