Poems for Submission. Help Please!?!
So I have an opportunity to have some of my poems published in my college's poetry magazine... I can submit as many as I want, but I personally don't want to submit more than 4, which ones should I do? If you only think one or even none of them is/are worth submitting, then go ahead and say so
1) At the Edges of Her Ocean
I glance at the edges of her ocean
Unsure
Should I take this plunge?
If I do I will be lost
Forever.
Surrounded by unfathomable beauty
Suspended in unending, ceaseless, joy
I know full well that if I choose to dive
My gaze will never waver from her eyes.
2) Your Heroes Are Dead
Your Heroes are dead
They're all in your head
Their memories fade
As the sun rises, red, burning.
A monument to ubiquity.
Your Heroes are gone
They left with the dawn
Your childish wishes
While the moon dances, silver, shining.
A monument to naivete.
Your Heroes have no legacy
Save fleeting hypnopædic memories
And when nothing is left
We'll start again.
3) So Many Times Before
Its happened again
As it has so many times before
Mr. Wonderful broke your heart
Now he's off with "That Little Slut"
And as you have so many times before
You come to me resting on my shoulder
Pouring your heart out, and crying softly
You look up at me with tears in your eyes
As you have so many times before
And in choking sobs you exclaim
"I wish I could find a guy like you"
And as I have done so many times before
I look down at you with a sad smile
and say
"Yeah...
That would be great."
4) Hyperspace Funbox
Vibrations like woah.
Back in my hyperspace funbox.
There's this weird wall that's not really a wall.
It's just a continuum covered in green and purple squares.
Inside the squares are question marks and sevens.
Always moving and shifting, but I don't know what is what.
The same box is in the middle.
Same color scheme but so weird.
So damn hard to wrap my head around.
I think it might actually be my head.
There are these strange pink hieroglyphs on the box.
I need to learn them. I need them. They are the answer.
Who the fuck is that?
And what's he doing fucking with my Space/Time?
The Riddler? Eh?
The Riddler? is fucking with me,
putting his hands in my face,
blocking the message.
I need to see the key. I need the answer.
The Riddler? taunts me.
Some interdimensional spirit, stuck in the middle of a trip.
Guarding the next level.
He doesn't laugh, but you know he wants to.
Laughing that you're still in the mother fucking hyperspace funbox.
"Haha, thats all you got?"
Fuck you Riddler?! You're stuck in this fucking funbox for life.
I open my eyes.
Girls dancing inside the waterfall.
Rocks become Easter Island like it ain't no thang.
I see the Lion of Zion in a mountain.
Shit. I guess the Riddler? got me.
5) Aurora Surrealis
Dancing purple amphista
whirl feverishly
under the midnight sun
and weep tears that fall heavily
like lead
and bruise their toes.
6) Assault on Reason
Like a bandanna tied tight, they restrict your vision
Unable to see out through the current conditions.
An assault on reason, with implications of fear
Tyrannical acts of terrorism draw near.
Not from Al Queda or Iran, Iraq
Our own government oversaw the 911 attack.
God damn back stabbers, don't give a fuck
Administer ID cards, to keep their ideals intact
I'll rip through this system of kings and treason
Colder then snow gripping the summer season
Slightly misleading, but reread the lines
It's misplaced, like situational fines
So where as citizens do we draw the line?
Or should I give up freedom as which should be mine?
7) Something Real
A man who hated poetry
Stepped out in the rain one day
His shoulders were hunched as he pulled up his hood
He was looking for something to say
Life had become so dreary
To get out of bed was a chore
He'd abandoned his friends toward reclusive ends
And the ladies all found him a bore
His car was decrepit and rusty
His clothes, they were ragged and worn
He looked like a slob with a low-paying job
And his hair was unstylishly shorn
The judgment of others he dreaded
Such weight did he give to their jeers!
He never would try, he'd just sit back and cry
That he didn't fit in with his peers!
He wasn't the king of nothin'
Couldn't sing or draw a cartoon
An eccentric of sorts and he didn't play sports
And he'd never even been to the moon!
He wished he'd had something to offer
For the world to know he had worth
But it's hard to go forth and to live out one's dreams
When one carries the weight of the Earth
He wanted to live in solitude
At the same time, attention he craved
He felt trapped in the box of a sad paradox
And quite sure that he couldn't be saved
Well the rain it kept on a-pourin'
It soaked through his hood to his hair
He stood and he thought and he thought as he stood
That surely he was going nowhere
Was this what the good Lord intended?
Limbo was all that he'd known
It seemed plain in his mind the he'd stayed far behind
While everyone else had all grown
Along came a break in the rainfall
The sun momentarily shone
Then all in a flash he sat down on his ass
And he scribbled his very first poem
It took him a couple of hours
He erased it again and again
It wasn't that good but he threw back his hood
And looked up at the sky with a grin.
8) Wakethesilence
Wake up.
Open your eyes.
The lives you lead are all lies.
But you'd rather die blind.
Oblivious to the fact.
That you can fight back.
And stand for something.
Rather than dying for nothing.
Your materialism creates the hate.
Stored inside your soul.
That will be with you till you grow old.
So be bold.
And take a stand.
We'll be there to hold your hand.
As we walk to the capitol.
We'll watch it all fall.
To the ground.
With not a sound to be heard.
Though it deafens the ears.
The silence.
Is the only thing that exists.
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Thanks for your input!
