Astray In a Truant Byway -------------------------------------------
in patterns subbordinate Dreams grow in emptiness
weightless trails end me nowhere Into
an inhuman drift Slowly stowing me by a raging Vesuvius
within every spiral stairway ever i sprung
Living in voided times devalues times overcome
Shadowed vexedly through stranger's eyes
seeing other's circumstances defected in a pestle of lies
in dreams And waking in wants destructed by needs
All that remains is waiting to be left behind
All I am is famished to taste days Absent of my martyrdoms
To be mellowed appropriately into my old age
Yet staggered youth illudes me from my journey's gleam
While lurking sadness lurches for my every seam
And chips of coldness drive deeper ever these shards of impenitent death
Show me to whom with I will darrain To the final breath;
Their mercy will have long ago Left My Palate.
Wow, this is strange. As far as poetry goes. But it's a good kind of strange since it sounds beautiful and the wording is very original. I can't say that I understand it but some poems were never meant to be understood.
what really caught my eye about this at first was actually the fact that you're from vancouver aswell. then i actually read the poem and i was even MORE intrigued.
it seems almost. have you ever gotten those random spam emails that are just a bunch of random words thrown together and don't really make any sense at all, yet are so interesting because of it? it kinda reminded me of those. i'm guessing that's a good thing.
The wording good. This sounds like something I would write. It made you feel like you were talking about your childhood. You mentioned time and old age alot. Dreams are good to have and to keep. It's very original. Good job
Submission Name: Astray In a Truant Byway
