February 22, 2005

  • Failure


     







    It is a ravenous beast


    Racing up my spine


    Encroaching ever further


    On my inner sanctum


    My peace of mind


    The pieces of my mind


    Where courage and faith


    Now shrink back


    Eroding into self-laid lies


    Into bitter cobblestones


    That pave the road of fear


     


    It is the little voice


    That howls with madness


    Telling me I can’t


    I never really could


    Why even bother


    It will end up just the same


     


    It is a hundred different ways to say


    Don’t even try


    Just give up and


    Just give in


    Have a seat in the mire


    Called apathy and self loathing


    We’ll swim with the suicidal


    Where the water is warm


    It will be just fine


    You pathetic


    Wretched


    Little boy


     


    It is a deadly dialogue


    An inner sickness


    A laughing twisted rant


    Deftly obscuring


    God’s embrace


     


    It breeds deceit


    Constricts courage


    Destroys hope


    Crushes dreams


    And corrupts faith


    The devil’s tongue


    That lives and breaths


    Inside my very skull


     


    You make me sick


    You’re disgusting


    Hopeless


    Useless


    You’re nothing


    A waste


    Just a… vile reflection


    In the mirror


     


    So… quit


    Just quit


    It will all be over soon


    Just quit


     


    After all…


    You never really tried, did you


     


     

Comments (11)

  • I left my main comments for this on the other site. It really resonated with me.

  • Tell Me…with all your beautiful writing and sincere wordings…
    is this just reflections or are you questioning your God?
    The poems are so strong…yet there is such a delicate plea for
    answers here…
    D

  • Woah…very powerful piece, obviously born from the depths of despair. Let me see if I can show you another perspective.

    A failure is a message
    That something didn’t go right
    And often it can make a grown man cry

    But there is no one on this earth
    Who hasn’t failed at times
    Except for those who didn’t even try

    And those who have it easy
    Would tell you that you’re wrong
    To try so hard to gain a little ground

    But remember that those blessed souls
    Who are given everything
    Are the first to fall when hard times come around

    This was an amazing inspirational write. I’ve felt exactly the same, to the word. Keep writing. It will purge all those negative feelings. It did for me.

    ~Ben

  • I’m impressed. You even inspired blueboydiddly to write something new. I coulda posted that on my page…. anyway, what you’ve written here is a very intimate and painfully honest look into your soul. The mark of a great poet. Wish I could give more props.

  • So glad to read your new post. My stage right now is almost congruent with your poem. I tried to stand on my feet and kept stumbling. Particularly love your first stanza…just purely amazing.
    I Recommend FIREEATER’s post on 21/02

  • I completely understand what you mean. I do intend to share my experiences through writing. Poetry, what have you. But, as far as trying to preach to someone something they are either unwilling or uninterested in hearing. I just don’t want to be a burden smacking against their plugged ears. Know what I mean jellybean?

    I do agree with you in that we should share as far as our artistic output. Yes.

    ~lisa

  • you write very well here my man…

  • thank you always for lifting me up
    always
    I *smile*

  • Great soundtrack, dude.  It sounds just like mine!

  • Wow…….’til the next….I will be back

  • Are you okay?

    lisa

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