A very morbid poem. Nice.

[Identity X]

Hey I haven't posted a morbid poem (thats the ony ones I do I'm afraid) in this section for a while, so I will do now. Oh, and by the way, I adlib my poems, so don't expect brilliance. It would be okay if people hated me. That would be an excuse. But indifference I am scared to take. Alien to me. I used to think that a man was shaped by his opinions. I was so wrong, so wrong. It doesn't matter any more. Throughout my childhood I was spoonfed complacency. So desperate to be weened, So desperate, Product of Society. But now I am alone and hungry, my head a vicious companion. Oh don't use the excuse that you were trying to be different, behind these faces we are all the same, all the same, trying to get by. Our creator made us out of clay. Putty in his hands, Thats all there is, All there ever will be. Well there it is, more suited to a song since it hasn't any vital consistency that makes a poem a poem, but oh well, it would be crap boths ways, and besides, I'm no musician. Got a bit off my chest though.

[insanejester]

not very pretty (then again... it wasnt really meant to be i suppose) but i loved your message... -were all the same- yet hated for being different.. even though in the end we are all posers.. all mimicing things weve seen before... there is no original... just slight alteration... and what we were intended to be... but at the same time.. we simply are.. what we are. i prolly read alot more into that than there was... but yeah i liked ur poem/song either way..... and i really like that quote on your sig! ignorence is bliss...

[Joseph_Stalin]

Originally posted by insanejester -were all the same- yet hated for being different.. Sometimes it's the reverse, but still think it's a good poem.

[Awaken]

'spoonfed complacency' I like that My mom has told me I'm a detriment to society because I'm not trying to help build it...Well no shit eh?

[Identity X]

Originally posted by insanejester not very pretty (then again... it wasnt really meant to be i suppose) but i loved your message... -were all the same- yet hated for being different.. even though in the end we are all posers.. all mimicing things weve seen before... there is no original... just slight alteration... and what we were intended to be... but at the same time.. we simply are.. what we are. i prolly read alot more into that than there was... but yeah i liked ur poem/song either way..... and i really like that quote on your sig! ignorence is bliss... Not very pretty, not very good either. Oh well, consistent quality is so tough to achieve...