Capulet

I think it was Farror that said all my writing looked cheery!

Here's something from my dark, dark days. Pretty depressing looking back at it.

My life a cup
Filled daily by my actions
Emptied nightly by my tears
The cycle repeats

Where is the meaning
Where is the purpose
Are these things I am to choose
Or will they find me in good time

A spectator to my own good fortune
The taste of unearned security
Would the hounds at my heals
Push my ambitions higher or swallow them whole

Consequences fall like dominos
Smashing the glass floor into splinters
Each one a moment in someone else’s life
So tiny, and yet they compose my all

Consumed by the passage of time
Not even a chapter unto myself
I blend with the other stories of the world
Destined to turn the page for the next tale

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Csira

I loved your poem. You have an excellent choice of words.

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Penelope

This is rather good Capulet. I normally don't like downer poetry ..
I wish you'd added the punctuation though. It made the endings of the lines fall flat .. kerplunk.

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Capulet

hey thanks

It is reaaaally down I know. I'm not quite sure how I would punctuate it t hough, since it would affect the flow of things, the tone, etc. Considering the connotations attached to the piece for me, I'd rather not have to drift back into the mindset required to do further work on it! heh heh

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