A Poem by Courtney Hough

My soul is begging for home.

A distant reality.

Away from this ocean of emotionless thinking.

Where creatures roam,

Where we are free.

Not chained to desks reaping paper.

Is this life?


Such a fiscal façade.

Ione where we all kneel to the devil,

Take place in his evil,

Killing what’s around us for momentary gain.

I beg for my home.

The one I was meant for.

Not this…not what you call home.

I’m an alien among you.

One who is stranded and will soon be hooked to machines!

Analyzing why I will not conform.

Until the day they break me…

And I am nothing.

Not even a memory.


© 2017 Courtney Hough

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dark and mechanic. I loved the dark robotic theme of this. :)

Posted 5 Days Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a certain lyric comes to mind... "I'll never call this place my home, I'm just passing through"

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Added on October 9, 2017
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Courtney Hough
Courtney Hough


Writing is easy all you do is sit down...and bleed. Imagery is the best way for me to express how I feel, nothing is better then getting to know a different side of yourself. Poetry pulled me out of t.. more..

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