Top Down Day
Negativity is the visitor of the weak.
Today’s bright show will be the Broken.
As the ruins rise and grope.
Seeing if the sun can burn together
What tired eyes fail to see
As dawn slipped in.
Again.
Who knows when it will find,
The end that must be there.
Interesting little views.
Beauty. Love. Evil.
I spent a moment on a couch.
And it was strange.
Alone.
When, as said, it would have been different.
I spent a moment on a phone.
And it was also strange.
Sorry.
And it couldn’t now have been any different.
Sweet moments.
How they change.
Us and Them.
Today’s bright show will be the Broken.
As the ruins rise and grope.
Seeing if the sun can burn together
What tired eyes fail to see
As dawn slipped in.
Again.
Who knows when it will find,
The end that must be there.
Interesting little views.
Beauty. Love. Evil.
I spent a moment on a couch.
And it was strange.
Alone.
When, as said, it would have been different.
I spent a moment on a phone.
And it was also strange.
Sorry.
And it couldn’t now have been any different.
Sweet moments.
How they change.
Us and Them.
posted by Rex Venom at 6:59 PM
8 Comments:
More fabulous writing from the fantastic rex!
Rock on babe!
Dont sound so gorgeous when you're reminisce. And I think this would make a cool Floyd song.
As always your angst is your best ink by far.....peace babe!
marvelous, rex! that was too good.
Beautiful write. i often wonder if what we fail to remember and what we have yet to remember are the same things, pearls on a string, witnessed thru the filters of differant light.
Every moment should mean something.
'Tis easy to spake such that negative breeds negative. To see the positive come from a negative is an amazing thing. There is so much in our world which is negative. It is the gift of a good writer to set good and bad into words such that it can stir empathy or memories of our own lives.
Good writing Mr. Venom
have you some published book? of yours, by the way...
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