The World of Men

By and by time passes on
Hence the reason for my sorrowful song.
Light diminishes, darkness prevails
Away sails the ship with the golden sails.
The pure things are fleeing, the children are crying.
The hope of this world is slowly dying.
The men have marched through and taken what they want
Leaving what is left behind to rot.
The parasites rage on, the flower wilts.
The balance continues its downward tilt.
The green and good things perish, the angels have fled.
The beasts’ insatiable appetite can never be fed.
The wounds are too deep to ever mend,
Behold the terrible world of men.

-Brittany Davis

Resurrecting Some of the Old Stuff

The other day I went through my myspace blogs and discovered that some of them were not half bad. Most of my posts were mindless jabber but some, I decided, were worth resurrecting. I will put the date in the title, except for on this one since it's at the end of the poem where I like to keep it. Speaking of poetry, I'm planning on posting more of my poetry as well. Here's "Into the Water":

She wills herself into the water,
and forever there shall stay.
A tragic girl,
A lonely girl,
Pathetic in every way.
She lowers herself to her watery grave
in her solitude she longs to die.
To leave the rest behind
asking selfishly "why?"
Stubbron fools!
Can't they see?
They are the death of me.
03/02/2007