I Blame Tori Amos

Currently Listening to: Crucify by Tori Amos
Getting Ready to: Go to work

I'm on a poetry kick unfortunately. Again, I don't like my poetry. A lot of it ends up sounding incredibly trite to me. Who knows what is inspiringing this. When it comes to inspiration I generally don't question, just run with it and hope something fairly useful or at least eloquent comes out of it. Right now I'm blaming Tori Amos because I've been listening to her quite a bit lately and her almost cynical perception of her relationships with others is spoken with such beauty that I really can't help but be moved by it. Cheers to her!

The Living Dead

My selection of silk and satin,
Another piece of dirty opulence.
Dancing towards the shifting canvas,
Moving until the heart is sore.
Another overflowing cup for me,
It’s like poetry for the tongue.
Tell me, how long will the high last?
This is an impossible orchestra.
It’s made of the emptiness
That orbits each and every one of us.
Tell me, how numb will this make me?
It is this impossibility
That makes the fire burn.
Tonight the world will sleep
Entwined in dream catcher strings.

So there it is. I'm not even sure what it's about myself. I think the narrator is experiencing some problems in their life and dealing with them via substance abuse. Who knows what was going through my head at the time.

Obviously I don't despise it, else I wouldn't have posted it but still...not a fan. I think I have a serious rhythm problem that needs fixing.

Another Attempt for the Sake of Attempting

Currently Listening to: Lilith by Bjork

Supposed to be doing: Psychology homework =D

Exploring Ecstasy

Set aside the world.
Bow to the intangible.
Bow to the instinct.
Enter a realm of illusion.
Summon the sleeping.
Summon the within.
Delicate peninsulas pulling at heartstrings.
They intrude.
They survive.
Intakes, Intakes, the breath engulfs.
Wind gets you gone.
Wind gets you lost.
Continents dance without consent.
With the rhythm.
With nature’s song.
Blood’s flushed away reality.
Land’s alive.
Land’s aflame.
The inferno goes into rewind.
It returns.
It pulsates.
Rise with the waves,
Forget the land from whence you came,
‘Til the tide goes out again.

Another little writing expieriment. I hadn't written a poem in quite a while so I thought I'd give it a shot. I'm still not a fan of it but whatever XD