Thursday, June 29, 2006


The Art of Pretentious Living

Her anger sears
Soft skin of our hearts
If skin we had to protect it
Keep the peace

Disturb her world? …
...Tell truth.
She'll swallow the ashes
Of charred hearts

Denial is real
Depression is joy
Love is conditional
Light is dark and dearth

Resentment lives here
With loneliness…nothingness
Companion, friend?
Only when we pretend.

But all life is worthy to Him
Worthless to me…just this one
Not worthless though
Something is…saved?

1 comment:

The GateKeeper said...

Well, it was my first attempt at poetry.

 
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