Abominable Poetry

Found another oldie on my old blog that was on myspace, it was about this guy who critiqued a lot of the Myspace poets. This one was written March 28, 2008, so yesterday was it's 4th birthday:

If there is something so abominable in this world as you

Allow me to free myself from your reign of terror

And watch it from afar.

You send the scorching heat down upon us,

And we, defending ourselves,

Raise our voices in vain to the heavens

From whence your words,

They came.

 

You have lasted many years longer

Than many of us have been alive

To toil with our pens

And our blank pads of paper.

And we try not to stand in awe

Of the way you tear our work apart,

As though instead of stone

It is but a feathered bed of fragile stuff.

 

You slash through everything in sight,

No one can claim themselves safe from this attack.

Words that twist our hearts in the agony

Of having literary children,

That, by you, have been rebuked.

Yet we go on, knowing deep down

That those sacrifices made

Are the only way to make our way

Slowly, but surely ahead.

And those of us that can take it

In stride and continue on our way,

Bearing the new knowledge like a badge

Instead of being contrite

Like those that stand their ground and fight

And fall behind, slowly, but surely

Left behind because of their own vanity.

 

Oh, abomination,

That the multitude of voices claim that you are,

Help me to wrap my mind

Around its very own thoughts

To change them into jewels

Of worth, of magnitude

Something rare

That elsewhere cannot be found.

Turn my words to something,

That will cause a rush of feeling

And earn a certain grasp of that reality.

The reality that touches us all,

No matter how rich, how poor, how big or how small.

 

Again and again the words they are beat down,

But every time they get back up

They are that much stronger.

That much more ready to go forth in the world,

To hold their own against the other monsters

That make ours seem so calm.

And I watch each and each as they march on

From this spot in which I hide,

Trying to gain the strength

I need in order to put myself forth.

And meet the man who can tear me down,

Yet in the same breath give me the tools

To build myself back up and to travel on,

And share these words with the public beyond.