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There Is Nothing Left Of Peter
By Peter Christopher Raymond
Copyright 2013
I pushed through indifference by virtue of will
Yet lifelong resilience has been gradually killed
With dreams unfulfilled I'm now nothing but a pill
Prospects are nil yet I press forward still
Though I've stumbled on the hill I know the drill
Yet I shall never see the summit where passions spill
Never whole as the soul who rolls gaily in the meadow
Embracing his bride who throws up her feet to lose her stilettos
Were I a pious prude I would deem such actions lewd
Brought on by carnal cravings in the midst of a lustful mood
Becoming aware of the extent of my plight
Never to indulge in such sumptuous delights
Decaying days and a fading reward
I've come this far yet still haven't scored
Immersing myself in tasks and projects
And the quiet consumption of plastic objects
Mine is no example to follow
My heart picked apart is eerily hollow
Here on the fringe my soul is singed from a burnt out standards
Could I empty a glass and fall on my ass thoroughly hammered
Or shyly shadow and longlingly observe
I haven't the gumption to gather the nerve
Just touch the glass as it glides sadly past
The depths of depression are all that will last
(No subject)
Great piece, very
Great piece, very introspective. Really loved the flow of imagery you created with this. You captured the moment perfectly.
Thank you so much. It was
Thank you so much. It was such a peculiar feeling being in the midst of the party yet realizing I'm never going to really get there and that the most I can do is observe. It was being there and yet not being there.
Ther's nothing left of Peter
I love the rhyming in your poem, it seems your surrounded by self destructs; with depression for company.
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Wow! I like the way youy said
Wow! I like the way youy said that. And, yes, I totally agree with your assesment. :)
I feel like this poem would
I feel like this poem would be at it's best when performed, the way it rolls off the tongue just seems like a rap to me
Much Love
Ashley
Thank you very much. Actually
Thank you very much. Actually when I when I read you comment I started rapping it to myself. I sound a little like Bullworth [ if you're familiar with the movie ] though. ;)
:)
I am yes it was a funny movie!
Much Love
Ashley