Life's Paradise of tragedy

by David   Jul 20, 2008


Heaven's doors are locked and bolted
Hells are wide open like an amorous lady
Her door ajar for the opportunity of the love he may bring
Past experiences entwined with fantasy

Special days, black days and normal
All blend together to give them life's colour
Hopelessly they are colour blind though,
Due to unfortunate trickery and deceit... Called life

Car crashes, train smashes, killing sprees!
Mutilation and torture, now picture life
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect, with its impurities...

Tears, rape and loss of beauty
Hatred, loathing and hopelessness...
Misery, evil and darkness surround you
Unsuccessful in attempting to hide from the pain

Yet be quick! Be rash, be stupid and human.
Bury yourself in happiness, joy and love.
Your fortress, your wall of resistance
Hide and meditate, yet feverishly accept
The inevitable destruction of your existence

Life is simply an adventure, one respite over another
Cover the pain; futilely store the aching soreness away
Disaster and loss don't matter. Are simply unimportant
Open the box of emotions!! Wreak my havoc again...

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  • 8 years ago

    by xPerfect Chaosx

    When you opened this up right away it made itself clear in what direction it was heading. Honestly, this is a great poem in the sense that it hits close to home. All anyone ever seems to talk about is the bad, and the worse. There is no real joy in the world anymore, at least not on the news. But we must keep some joy in our lives, lest we all go entirely insane. I like the blunt honesty in this poem because it compels the reader to listen to what you have to say.

    Hopelessly they are colour blind though,
    Due to unfortunate trickery and deceit... Called life

    This is true, the world around us is full of beauty if only we could truly see it. You speak to the soul in this poem David!

    Yet be quick! Be rash, be stupid and human.

    Way to summon up humanity in a single line. That is probably our one major failing, rashness. You've touched the deeper roots of the issue at stake here.

    Cover the pain; futilely store the aching soreness away
    Disaster and loss don't matter. Are simply unimportant

    It's easier to store the pain away than to face it openly. It's certainly easier, but not always right. But we as humans are invariably drawn towards what is easier, and then we pray for the best. You're a great poet David and I can't wait for more of your work. =]

    *Danielle

  • 8 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    I like how you make your descriptions here. Especially the part about life. 5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by rachael

    Cool but..Perfect, with its impurities...sounds good but can you please explain, thankyou
    rach=)

  • 9 years ago

    by rachael

    Cool but..Perfect, with its impurities...sounds good but can you please explain, thankyou
    rach=)

  • 9 years ago

    by CrazyNlove

    So good. i love it. you still can write the most amazing poems. love it for realz. byez