Untitled Four

Untitled Four

A Poem by Jogi Hull

The sreet lamp lights
Are her only way in the night.
Like the moth attracted to the flame's ignite
She burns and grins with the sensation of delight.
It's a sick world we live in
Looking forward to heaven
Unappreciative of what we are given
Asking for more at the foundation of sin.
Reality is blasphemy
Living the past is real to me
It feels to me, so deeply
The lament of night crying what can't be.
I'm snug in my cocoon
Away from the antagonizing moon
Who reels her ugly head around to soon
The push and pull of the tide to my doom.
Wearing idiosyncrasies on my sleeve,
It's hard to relate to what you can't believe.
Everytime I'm stressed I get up and leave.
What a cornucopia of tangled emotions we weave.

© 2013 Jogi Hull


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Woah, this is filled with strong emotions. I can really feel the hatred, or simply resentment, at the world radiating from this piece. If you think about it, the one and only reason we are in pain is ourselves, because we are people and people are complicated beyond reason! People hurt other people and people hurt themselves and all because thoughts like the ones you expressed, really make us think about... well, everything. And sometimes there's naught but to "get up and leave" if we want to keep our sanity.
Really enjoyed this piece, the world is crazy, keep on writing about it, maybe someday we'll all understand!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This poem is awesome I feel what the poem feels. It's so good it's hard to explain the emotions. Great job.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Woah, this is filled with strong emotions. I can really feel the hatred, or simply resentment, at the world radiating from this piece. If you think about it, the one and only reason we are in pain is ourselves, because we are people and people are complicated beyond reason! People hurt other people and people hurt themselves and all because thoughts like the ones you expressed, really make us think about... well, everything. And sometimes there's naught but to "get up and leave" if we want to keep our sanity.
Really enjoyed this piece, the world is crazy, keep on writing about it, maybe someday we'll all understand!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Jogi Hull
Jogi Hull

Wonderland, NY



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