Should I Stay Or Should I Go Now?

Slowly, I twisted the knife.
Pain of such beauty racked my body.
Exquisite detail jumped out,
Alerting me to the worlds presence.
Or is that absence?
Either way, I was intrigued.
A planet overflowing with humanity,
Drowning in the dross of our lives.
A place where the extremes are normal,
Where normalcy is indefinable.
Do I matter to the world?
No.
Do I care for this world?
In small doses perhaps.
How to reconcile my loathing of mankind,
His hypocrisy and sheer stupidity?
Only one option really, perhaps two.
Either join the morons, I reticent;
Or perhaps just end it all.
I plunge the knife deeper.....

Derma Kaput -
I looked at this poem because the title got that old Clash song going through my head. The poem itself does little for me though. Dark confessional poetry really needs a certain amount of wit to redeem itself, or at least to escape the overwhelming sense of self-consciousness that splashes itself all over the words. The violent imagery feels far more self-absorbed than genuine. I don't know. How many of these poems are you going to be posting? I've really got to start looking through your current stuff and see what you developed into as a poet. This one is awfully juvenile, though I can at least relate to the theme a little bit.

Mosquitobyte -

he he, aah yes, what poet isn't somewhat self-absorbed to a degree? For that matter, what human?

A juvenile piece? I'm not aware of many juvenile's who think like me, so I can't see the comparisson. Having said that, you're entitled to your opinion, for all I know, you were gifted with great intellect and experience from birth, so who am I to speak? (tongue firmly planted in cheek).

No offence taken, so thanks for taking the time to read anyway, at least now that all of my old stuff is posted, you will be able to compare it to my newer style. Hopefully you'll find it somewhat more entertaining, not that entertainment is what I write for.

Derma Kaput -
Eh, these are just observations. I think you're fairly courageous to throw all this stuff out there for people to see. I have a diffcult time with poems I wrote yesterday, yet alone years ago. Still, everyone develops as a poet, so long as they keep striving, no?

Mosquitobyte -

lol, how very true. In fact, some would say I am a perfect example of Shakespeaer's Monkeys, based on volume alone, there has to be at least one decent poem amongst all my crap.

Thanks again.

Afterthought...brave?.....or just plain stupid? PMSL!!