July 7, 2011

decomposed

fully decomposed 
when the fault of being alive
has swarmed the decay

poke it with a stick
kick it with a filth-covered soul
manipulate its pathetic existence

it has no home.

6 comments:

Katie Elizabeth said...

I'd love to know what your thoughts were while writing this poem. It's a beautiful photo of a sunset, yet the poem seems like it has a somewhat disturbing theme.

xo katie elizabeth
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Reflect and Fancy said...

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Fashion Cappuccino said...

What a beautiful picture! And I love the poem! xoxoxoo

jane said...

Beautiful.

The Cat Hag said...

This photo is beautiful. :)


xoxo,
Addie
The Cat Hag

Katie said...

fully decomposed 1
when the fault of being alive 2
has swarmed the decay 3

poke it with a stick 4
kick it with a filth-covered soul 5
manipulate its pathetic existence 6

it has no home. 7
....................................
this poem describes suddenly realizing that things are not right with a certain aspect of life.(line 1)

but by time you understand that it's fucked up (line 2) you are already so immersed, it almost seems impossible to leave. (line 2)

so then you stay. and you just go with it even though everything is wrong and it's even worse now that you understand that it's wrong. but you don't act upon it, you just think about it while it still goes on.(line 3-7)


the picture corresponds with the poem because this is what my world looked like from the outside (beautiful and carefree), but my thoughts were always those of the poem.