Jetsam

by julie   Jun 3, 2004


My blood runs black, my hands are stained red,
my joie de vivre is finally dead.
I sleep here awake, eyes lidless but screened,
Engulfed in love, but still I am a fiend.
Your beautiful faces are to me that of a jackal,
to this vapid earth, I am bound by a shackle.
Thor's rage brews within my jaded body;
Your varicose intelligence is profoundly shoddy.
This life is not bona fide, it is but a shroud,
and because of it I am a virago but am proud.
Now I am Bourne away with this mellow zephyr.
I am but jetsam, but for me do not lament,
because my sins I did not repent.

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  • 17 years ago

    by lost and incomplete

    Beautifull

    thats all xXx

  • 20 years ago

    by Brian King

    very good i liked every part except for
    joie de vivre cause i dunno what that is

  • 20 years ago

    by Lisa

    Good poem.. I especially liked the french part. taking it in school.. beautiful language. Keep up the good work ;)

  • 20 years ago

    by N J Thornton

    Great poem. I love the use of words, very original. A deep dark write with lost of emotion and a nice rhyme flow. The only part i didn't get was the bit that looked like it was in french...i failed french at school. But despite that i thought what i understood was very good.

  • 20 years ago

    by SarZz

    Gud effort!

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