Pull The Trigger
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Oh, and if you're wondering why I didn't post this in the Poem section, I did, but I didn't get a lot of responses because there isn't that many people on that section at the moment.
I meant for it to be a little vague, but not so much as for the reader not to know that it's about.
Here it is:
The coldest eyes see the lying truth,
Looking up is looking at you,
Arrested from what I can’t know,
We’re all of age
Thrown down to the ground for playing,
Close your mouth,
They’re not swaying,
Did you forget it’s Cynicland?
Newbies march in with grim faces,
They stare in wonder,
They shout in joy
Shhh, this is Cynicland
Crying from desperation,
Sad, but I don’t feel elation,
I should, they say, I should,
This is what we’re told
Thrown behind bars for smiling,
We all knew what you were inclining,
To laugh is to sin in Cynicland,
The law is word
Tempted by the sunlight,
We could drift away like a flying kite
We’re filled with darkness, but who wants it?
Only in Cynicland
Oh, and please try not to be too harsh on this. I'm only thirteen, so I've still got a lot to learn.
So basically, this poem is about a place called Cynicland, partly shown by a man's thought - he hates Cynicland, they're not allowed to laugh, to have fun. They have to be Cynics. He dreams of escaping Cynicland on the last verse. But please tell me what you thought it was about before I told you.
s2 xo Dana - Yeah, it does make sense. I repeated the word Cynicland a lot because it was really the only un-vague thing that gives you a clue about what it's about.
I meant for it to be a little vague, but not so much as for the reader not to know that it's about.
Here it is:
The coldest eyes see the lying truth,
Looking up is looking at you,
Arrested from what I can’t know,
We’re all of age
Thrown down to the ground for playing,
Close your mouth,
They’re not swaying,
Did you forget it’s Cynicland?
Newbies march in with grim faces,
They stare in wonder,
They shout in joy
Shhh, this is Cynicland
Crying from desperation,
Sad, but I don’t feel elation,
I should, they say, I should,
This is what we’re told
Thrown behind bars for smiling,
We all knew what you were inclining,
To laugh is to sin in Cynicland,
The law is word
Tempted by the sunlight,
We could drift away like a flying kite
We’re filled with darkness, but who wants it?
Only in Cynicland
Oh, and please try not to be too harsh on this. I'm only thirteen, so I've still got a lot to learn.
So basically, this poem is about a place called Cynicland, partly shown by a man's thought - he hates Cynicland, they're not allowed to laugh, to have fun. They have to be Cynics. He dreams of escaping Cynicland on the last verse. But please tell me what you thought it was about before I told you.
s2 xo Dana - Yeah, it does make sense. I repeated the word Cynicland a lot because it was really the only un-vague thing that gives you a clue about what it's about.