Closed Door

Closed Door

A Poem by Kriston

Reverence and nymphomania,

Violet blooms, and islands aside.

People all dwell in crevices inside.

Diverted by their desires,

I'm the kind of person to set you right.

And screw the passion and pleasures,

That recreate my hatred towards society.

 

Like the dungeon master,

Whipping around the cell key,

I carry around the gun,

Shutting you down,

Like my own personal power button.

 

We all resonate,

Past lives and moments,

All cast aside by the darkness of progression.

Man-kinds innate ability to process.

The ones in solitude, become accountable.

 

Why are my eyes closed,

I shut the door to any open minded fool.

Who think they may ever know me.

For all jokes aside.

I may not even know myself.

© 2011 Kriston


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Thanks for the reviews I will try not to disappoint as long as I have time to write

Posted 12 Years Ago


ok. one were you mad? two, don't be haten' on the open minders and three, awesome poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Loved the 2nd stanza, This is really awesome!
You are a very powerful writer. Keep writing 4ever.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very Interesting poem with varying styles in the stanzas. The first stanza stands out for me though good imagery. Good write!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Kriston
Kriston

East, Trinidad and Tobago



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