Posted Sat, 17 Feb 2007 @ 1:41:39 AM by SyNthetiC PaRadoX
how does the world
in its
sad...
broken...
greedy...
selfish...
corrupt...
state manage
to operate?
perhaps a small glimmer of hope...
the light in pandora's box...
the reason for prayer...
the reason to believe in an almighty...
the belief that,
perhaps someday,
something better might
happen
come by
cross paths
but reality
realism
and society
all say otherwise
and the truth,
is that nothing is
free
I haven't written a free-verse poem in forever, so I wrote this one.
Posted Wed, 7 Feb 2007 @ 2:26:21 PM by SyNthetiC PaRadoX
'ere the soft sullen rain falls
though no person may be there to listen
and no evidence left is all
besides jewels upon stems that glisten
lost is the brief flight through
the thick polluted air
and the cold in which it flew
such to land o'er there
perhaps though the real reason
though not immediately lucid
is the symbolic change of season
to the warm from the frigid
Written for Monica L.
Posted Tue, 30 Jan 2007 @ 5:18:34 PM by SyNthetiC PaRadoX
Well, I've been in this situation many many times, and I'm sure everyone else has too...
A soft fluorescent
glow illuminates the
hours of work ahead.
Posted Mon, 16 Oct 2006 @ 5:19:57 PM by SyNthetiC PaRadoX
A little bit of loneliness...
A little bit of sorrow...
A little bit of emptiness...
shows that I am hollow.
A little bit of happiness...
A little bit of you...
makes the pain less
and renders hope anew.
Posted Mon, 16 Oct 2006 @ 5:18:27 PM by SyNthetiC PaRadoX
Towards the moonlight I stand,
looking through my silhouetted hand;
the stars are the twinkle of your eyes,
but your face the moon outlines.
A thousand sparkles scatter through the air,
a lucid breath of wind flows through your hair;
a cold and lonely night that this may be,
but an inner warmth with you I will always be.
A sliver of hope, a gleam of love,
all clichés of love letters sent via dove;
but never repeated is this touch
of which one can never get too much
A tangle of emotion one may never see,
but embedded deep it is inside of me;
But one thing drives forward forever so:
this love for you, that is what I know.
