The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
Jun 4, 2011
0 The Equations of questions quote
Jun 3, 2011
May 20, 2011
0 My Obsession poem
This is my obsession, my confession
my life caught up in indigestion, trapped in all the wrong directions
and it's hallowing, swallowing me alive
swallowing me through my eyes
forcing me to think, to dream, to survive
to rip out all that I am, or seem, or all that I scream
into this void, this hoarseness that grows, erodes, echoes of all the noise that froze
calling to me, serenading me, enraging me
with hopes, and fears, and shadows that resembles shears
my blood like gems, like jewels
tangled and dangled strings, my metaphoric rules
holding me together like glue
and I can see a future, a loser, a symbolic boozer
plagued by possibilities and insecurities
adrift without anchors or strings
unable to escape the effects of all the causes life brings
and I wonder, overheated with hunger
tugging at the forming thunder
lighting filled with wonder
if I can just sleep of another...
to drain away all of the rot
into a genii bottle, twisted and taut
and wish away like pixie dust, all of the corrosive fuss
or just filter away, all that I don't want to stay
from my blood, my soul, my eyes
the tears that strolls and cries
and the song trapped inside my mind
that whispers the what-ifs like angelic rhymes
and I wonder, who it is this that is trapped inside
Apr 19, 2011
0 Raft dreams, poem
that I'm drifting further and afar, towards a twinkling and glimmering star
reflected in the ocean at the end of the world
Deep down within an abyss of layers and shades, of unseen waves
still falling towards the ocean's floor, something... that may just be nothing but folklore
I imagine a fallen star, that can grant anything that I could ask for
even my humanity, even for my soul, even for my life to be pushed back
towards the golden sand of shore
0 Her heart tumbles poem
blowing across landscapes under siege
and whether the scenery is more beautiful than compare
or a ghetto filled with despair
she beseeches wishes from trampled, starlight puddles
her heart tugs at her to be complete within herself
inside, where the rainforests are always crying
and the desserts always feel like hell and plants are always sighing
where the prosperity of others is always growing, like an endless wave that swells
she, still, searches the depths of herself for a life like fairy-tales
She tumbles and slips, trips and falls
in the morning breath, or as twilight falls
she is caught up within herself like a twisted weed
trying to untangle herself like strands of life within a seed
she feels like a marionette doll, unable to not stare
at all the flaws that dresses her throughout the day
Her heart burns like a cup of morning coffee
and it is only that sting, that can bring her to life
make her stand, endure all the strife
and she bleeds espresso, red, crimson espresso
where the taste runs sweet as honey
She is a tumbling weed, blowing without purpose, without end
strolling through the urban cities, tainted with the garbage, with sin
and she can't stop the earth from blowing, whirlwinds from coming
all that can stop her is, when she comes crashing into life
then her world starts to spin out of control
and the damn within her heart, can't handle the overflow
Eyes gray as hints in hay; she resembles a country farm in the cold sun-rays
where you can hear a cock-a-doo-a-doo steaming inside the shades of blue
mixed into her eyes is a song, that carries souls to heaven and through
and her song, seemingly, steals the shine from my eyes
and I hope that, she can believe in all of her lies
The night beats differently than day
when her heart sleeps, i can no longer sense the dismay
and as the stars weep, wishes are at play
for words to be whispered from afar, then go upon their way
Apr 17, 2011
0 Change the world, quote
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