Broken Lightbulbs Sean Beard So arrogant is the world, That truth is doubted despite proof. Did Holmes cry foul when questions arose? No! It is elementary to reserve humility for the saints. There are no mysteries, for they are too mysterious. The world hates what it can’t love. Such complexity, absolved. Mere perplexity, resolved. [On the worldly perspective of mystery]The Arterie Verbal Sticks and stones, sticks and stones! Severed spirits, broken bones, cast aside, all alone-- --but words. Simple murmers, biting off pieces, chewing your mood, saliva sloshing in your head, splintering the sides of your temples. The furnace of hate churns deep in your blood, a factory of fixation, hooking on to their soul. All in a dilated second-- --judgment is made. The price must be paid. Before a death sentence is acted out, it must be spoken aloud.[On a moment of anger]
These are observational poems.
I'm definitely not a poet, but I had to write something for my creative writing
class and this is just me, my thoughts, and how I think.Have a happy day! :]
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