Denizen

 

Too tired to cry,

Too smart to be hurt,

I’ve come to deny… this…

 

This… I’ve come to deny:

Gold;

Molded into Life;

The two sided smile;

The wedding song whose chorus is a funeral march.

 

Life: The excess of birth rates over death rates.

Life…. The evolutionary process into death;

The Puppeteer Anonymous.

 

Here’s to Life…

The toast to hope, that when drunk,

Makes one drunk with defeat.

 

Life is, War; Victory inequivalent.

Life has been defeat greater than praise, less than fickle.

 

The first step of a few short steps,

The brew of  regret…

Laughter and fret…

Dry throat.

 Eyes Wet.

 

Life is the optimism to coagulate humanity into the grave;

The unyielding fall of the Brave.

 

Bravery: the decomposition into Fear plus Hope.

 

Life…

I have come to deny.

Reviews

[Emily B]

the brilliance of your words is that they draw me back again and again . . . always pleased to come and read

[Jason Henry]

the format of the poem complimented the reading perfectly...it's one of those minute details that adds to the whole absorption of the poem. life is certainly described beyond mere adequacy here. the overall flow and rhythm was lovely as well. dont deny us more writes like this :)

[vindictivesunshine]

This is the first i've read that represents life in a its true form. Naked in simplicity. I think the transition from stanza 1 to 2 was perfect and the conclusive revisiting. Worth multiple readings.

[Emily B]

this is different from what I have come to expect from you, not lesser. just different. it has a theatrical air to it, wants to be read out loud in front of lots of people, I think.