A perpetual war of polytheism on conjoined tongues,
they were only trying to push the pieces through her superficial lungs.
The canons went off through her corduroy smack,
her religion coated with a pallid cataract.
Parasitic humanities hidden deep inside of her souls forgotten trench,
frightening world chaos permitting an awful stench.
Inaudible tears swim streams of maps resting on childrens lips,
innocent fatalism dreadfully slips.
Incinerated battlefields swarming with hate,
what gave Adolfe Hitler the right to dictate?
The ink never faded from her weather worn journal,
her hunger for freedom was very diurnal.
Until the end her hope was strong,
how could a girl so determined be so inevitably wrong?
Her death went slow as a result of starvation,
her breath taking courage she had still grips hearts tightly across the nation.
| nice again.., u r obviousl good at this.|
By the way... tears themselves cannot be inaudible...crying can be inaudible but inaudible refers to a sound.
|| Posted on 2005-03-24 00:00:00 | by neonlights | [ Reply to This ] || what if someone decribed a sound with the word tears...like:|
That tapping will be nothing if not rain and tears.
could tears be inaudible then?
thought so!! BOOYAH! and don't give me any of that "vague noncense" crap. perception is the order of the day my friend, perception.
This is an interesting poem, but I can feel the heavy Anne Frank influence weighing it down like something that is not entirely your own style. I would be curious to see you re-write this in say a few months and read how you would write it differently after some distance from Anne Frank's Journal.
|| Posted on 2005-03-25 00:00:00 | by Mister Fizzle | [ Reply to This ] |