Day five of poetry posting. A little late, but still, enjoy! - Scott* Strained Beliefs
When we are young, we are told to believe; In fairy tales and ghost stories, To believe in things that give us reprieve, False idols that supposedly fills with glory. As the years go by, We start to become older The truth reveals the lie, A lie that cannot smoulder. It weaves throughout the majority of your life, Within the tales your "parents" told for you to fall asleep, Tied to the lies told by others as sharp as a knife, All made to convert you into sheep. Is it pointless to seek honesty in today's fabricated era? Maybe, maybe not. It all depends not on what you believe in, But that you believe...
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Consistent, aren't I? Cheers and enjoy! - Scott* Sweetness of Tarnished Trinkets
Love has many meanings and forms That can either keep you warm in brutal winters, Or harden you like black steel in those warm summers. Sadly, it has been tainted and tarnished for me, Though, I am hopeful for the future of it, I know it will not change. Its meaning will remain. And even if the abyss of night keeps me warm, With little chance of anything else matching or exceeding, Love is sweet, Even when it is sour... Another day, another poem. Enjoy and cheers! -Scott* Polaroids and Hearts
Sometimes I wonder about polaroids, Wondering how long they last, If they last as long as our hearts do, They usually don't, Our hearts, I mean, Rotting and fading away Lost to the abyss, But not our polaroids, Most of them at least Cause even if our hearts fade, And we fade away with them, Our polaroids don't go with us, They stay and cherish The ones we left behind, Because ourselves and our hearts They may fade away, But our polaroids Keep our loved ones warm... Here's another poem. Hope you dig it! - Scott* Thirst of Passion
I feel a hand fumbling through my hair, Then to my face, And I woke to see hers; Hers was the face I'd adore, Remember, Cherish, And of course love; But what I can't handle, What keeps me awake at night, Is that she was never even there... I said this would be a daily thing, and I'm doing my best to stick with it, so enjoy! - Scott* Asterisk Haiku Suffering from a twisted nerve? Do what I do: Whistle. An Actual Haiku, For Once I crave a woman, Yet she does not lust for me, So instead, I read... Anthems, Ballads, and Whatnot
I sing for your return, How my love will forever burn In the cold of deep space, Or another cold and empty place. Could I rhyme? With your time, I might. I could try it without a fright, Right? I cared once, I can do it again, I've been scared more than once, But I can do it again. All I want for you is to come back, Nothing more or less, Without you, I feel as if I'll crack, Though before, Its pain felt a lot like success. Just to see your face would give me smiles, I'd travel to go see that in person, I'd go for a million and one miles... |
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Mark "Scott" Raineri
Independent Filmmaker & Photographer who likes crafting evocative and iconic images. |