spare me the pleasantry (a poem)

it was a festering thought that sat wobbling a top curved shoulders
that could shrug all the chips collected from all the worlds boulders
longing to foster each other edible Oedipus consuming Electras complexes,
fear of becoming the failed models of the children of false gods we still worship
the purpose of that poisons first sip kiss the lips we miss that define existence.
Broken continuity, fractured bowls crack crooked smirks, i ask should i be smiling,
when heaven descends cause im just lucking at moderately pleasant.

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[barca2022]

the dead poet society, lol

i love it.

[newcomposition]

@barca2022 nice. thanks for the support.

[newcomposition]

oh and these poems that you see now... are different... most of these are my first few readings... thats why it alittle jared when i'm reading

[newcomposition]

then anything we could ever whitness in our lives. it's the stuff between the stuff. my writing isn't for these people on here. if they don't get it, i wasn't talking to them... but, if i can make them like it, while not getting it... that's a hole different story. i'm not a poet. i just like describing things in a way i think is the best at this frozen, finate, period of time (that you could streatch it into eternity). love what you do. and be honest with your words.

[newcomposition]

because when i send out a line, or a thought. i need to know that what i feel isn't so crazy because other people can relate. at the same time it makes me believe that i've done the same for them. and the fact that both of us. in time can have one perfect idea transfered from one human being to another through our bias, pre concieved notions, what we feel about love, sex, drugs.... all of this... our points of reference... our walls... then i've done something more beautiful....

[newcomposition]

well, every poem i believe there is a key that unlocks the true story, the meaning, the message coded for those ment to understand. if you can channal and feel everything past pains and future hopes of something better then the last times we've felt love. now let your mind wonder until it picks an idea to fester. grow. look at this from as many different ways to share this until you find the one that rings true to your audiences hearts. i'm writing so that i know that i'm real...

[koryargonic]

Now that you have said that and I look at this poem again, I can see where it is all coming from.

[janeczka]

How could you? ;)

[newcompreplys]

it's about the weight that we all carry from our worries... the things that loom. atlas and the world, and the chips that flake off of both, our shoulders and our boulders and collect them so see what they are worth... or somehting like that... i never really like to tell people what i was trying to cryptically say in my lines.

[BERSERKERpoetry]

okay, mate. I'll do that.