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08/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Two)

I have tasted the fairy tales, drained

from unaccommodating occupants

as shots ring out in the night air

bodies drop to quench our thirst 

I have watched their befuddled demons

echo, mirrored on their dying faces

reaching out and weighing me down

desperate to pull me into their early hell

It's just the same old story, over and over again

days turn into years, tears dry into fears

my vile hands drag across this ageless photograph

that vaguely reminds me of a life hopelessly lost

bartered away for vanity and immortality 

there is nothing new underneath the sun

even the wonder and excitement of life

that pushes your feet seemingly forward

toward the only thing that is truly certain

graves are full of the hopeful   

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Megan]

that last line just grabbed me by the throat and pummeled me into the ground. "the graves are full of the hopeful" wow that really pulled the whole thing together for me..it was like the pyrotechnics at the end of a show! just BOOM! this was such a wonderful write. I love how dark and honest this is. I also love the first line too. Just referring to something so innocent and saying that you've heard them all makes it sound like you're growing up now and you see the world for what it really is :) I can really relate to that. Great job again and thanks for posting!

[Audrey Howitt]

I don't know if I can say anything about this poem that hasn't been said already. Great--great, great!!! Dark, interesting--love the last line--it pulls it all together!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Very nice and very interesting... really good write. I enjoyed this a lot.
I loved these lines:
"days turn into years, tears dry into fears
my vile hands drag across this ageless photograph"
...
"there is nothing new underneath the sun"
... and nice bold words here at the end:
"graves are full of the hopeful"

[Omar Fendri]

Firstly, I have to say that I have the pleasure to be able to read your poetry again which used to be a kick-a*s... and this mysterious piece of work is first-rate, as usual... Estimable and superb in so many levels starting with the description which is controlled by dimness and ambiguity... An outstanding imagery demands a real creator to illustrate it and clever reader to see it through your sight. Words are well-chosen and the third stanza is flawlessly amazing. I love it.

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Wow this is really great! I especially love the 3rd stanza

[masqued_muse]

"that pushes your feet seemly forward"...replaced with correct spelling..."seemingly"...other than that, awesome....Mr Deathdealer.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Beastly, and I mean that in a good way. Glad to see you back, Josh.

[Lily Mae]

One of my favorites of yours.. excellent :) xx

[Alicia Hirshey]

Favorited.

[Thea]

Nice poem... :)))