Contradictions Of Irony

by Mello193   Apr 2, 2012


The Pieces that were left never felt right, together
feeling down as I look up at the night
forgetting everything I remember
missing the pieces I've found
in the silence of the sound
fighting this war in the name of peace
like soldiers sent like original copies
these days I'm living in the past
acting naturally at last
the same difference to the living dead
being happy in my sadness, the life I've led
one thing I know is that I know nothing
lost in the songs, sweet sorrow sings
the truth is I am a compulsive liar
drowning inside the fire
burning as I swim
the Godly Devil's final whim
no words were written here
as a small crowd draws near
bringing old news and silent screams
as I awoke into a dream
I never say never
stuck in a tragic comedy forever
whats written below is false
whats written above is true
in the dark light my blind eyes can always see you
the truth is I always lie
living another day just to die
living in the big city, its a small world after all
the show must go on at curtain call
an encore poem for the beginning
another empty feeling, the feeling bringing

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  • 12 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Lovely words, a deep poem which I liked a lot.
    Clever use of words.

  • 12 years ago

    by Mattias Ostling

    Oh wow. So cool! I loved the oxymorons.
    Every line felt quote-worthy.

    Found two (very small) grammatical inaccuracies, however, as well as the lowercase "I" throughout the poem. I as in "I am" is always capatalized. And then there's:

    missing the pieces Ive found
    ^insert an apostrophe there, between I and "ve". "I've".

    the Godly Devils final whim
    ^Apostrophe after the "s" in devils. (If you mean plural, if not it's before the s). Like this: Devils' or Devil's.

    Hope it helps.
    Once again, *great* piece.

  • 12 years ago

    by Adan7777

    Kool

  • 12 years ago

    by Girl of Conviction

    Wow :]] very deep/amaazing poem :]

    love ur style

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Living dead...
    being happy in my sadness...
    silent screams...

    I love the oxymorons used in this piece.

    "in the dark light my blind eyes can always see you
    the truth is i always lie"
    I love these lines, maybe because I can relate.? lol

    It's another great poem. The rhymes were great, I liked the flow and the atmosphere of the poem itself makes the reader want to read more. Great theme, as well. 5/5 :)

    -X

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