I like to think of myself as an art appreciator and a critic, to justify my judging of other people's work. But I felt that it would be fair for others to rip on (or perhaps appreciate) my poems as well. I vaguely remember having posted this before, but I couldn't find the topic, so I'm not sure. And I think this is one of the best ones I've written so far:
An Ode
Every dawning day is the same as the last
Every road is but a dismal pathway to void
Phlegmatic, I shall forever expand these walls of apathy
I shall forever shield myself of cursed passion
Water fills the languid catacombs of my creation
Rain pours down from the skies in an endless stream of grief
Grief for what should have been, but never was
Lament for the loss of innocence
The tranquillity of my limbo cannot ward that which most I shun
Inescapable, within my sanctum shall I drown
Smiling, content with the irony of my fall, I yearn for silence
No joy, no sorrow... Nothing
No future, no past... To be free at last
An Ode
Every dawning day is the same as the last
Every road is but a dismal pathway to void
Phlegmatic, I shall forever expand these walls of apathy
I shall forever shield myself of cursed passion
Water fills the languid catacombs of my creation
Rain pours down from the skies in an endless stream of grief
Grief for what should have been, but never was
Lament for the loss of innocence
The tranquillity of my limbo cannot ward that which most I shun
Inescapable, within my sanctum shall I drown
Smiling, content with the irony of my fall, I yearn for silence
No joy, no sorrow... Nothing
No future, no past... To be free at last