I find myself laying on this floor of mine, oh what I wouldn’t give,
To feel just fine.
There’s so much more to me, then what you see,
I’ve been through so much,
Id give anything to be free.
I’ve sacrificed my heart to someone who doesn’t care,
Someone who wouldn’t even be there.
I give it my all, and every time I think of it, on the floor is where I fall.
I’ve been talked down, everyone expects me to smile,
But all I wear is a frown.
Ashley Perkins
The theme of this poem is escape. This poem can relates to Chris Mccandles in the sense that everyone expected him to be something and do something he didn't want to do. He just wanted to escape the society that criticized him and judged him for every little thing he did. He wanted to be free and experience the real world and he was just awaiting the moment to escape. A dream he actually accomplished.
| I hate the high society |
High society was pompously spurious; blowing
pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in
wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke,
High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously
castigating its own counterpart behind their back;
while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the
same,
High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring
diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably
oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on
their poignantly scarlet blood,
High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing
the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in
dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation,
High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately
lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly
inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very
last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs,
High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly
dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes;
then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out;
admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in
the same,
High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously
drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply
glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful
commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly
freezing maelstrom outside,
High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially
breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their
devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of
resplendent life,
High society was truculently unforgiving;
cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently
committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel
of their satanic shoe,
High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously
dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and
woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of
eternal mankind,
High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically
marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of
every righteous household; with raunchily stinking
notes of indescribable corruption,
High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving
you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate
death; when you thought you had secured an invincible
stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life,
High society was heinously wasting; inviting their
snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of
fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the
disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very
last outside,
High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically
sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their
meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed
was just two droplets of holistic water,
High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly
complaining about God’s panoramically resplendent
creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too
more through their murderously tinted glass,
High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton;
incessantly witnessing the Lord’s beautifully fragrant
creation through glasses of lecherously licentious
wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of
worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even
an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle,
High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently
betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers;
morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of
sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe,
High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically
violating God’s every divinely virtue; having the
wealth to purchase every confectionary with the
opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid
failure in the pages of existence,
High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly
squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry
and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral
patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night,
High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably
wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the
most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation
and extra wealth,
High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically
disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and
bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of
perpetual love in its insides,
High society was a hollow termite; horrifically
guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity;
with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice,
High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened
the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every
unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of
sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of
inevitable lies,
High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling
the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not
only for this; but for an infinite more lives,
High society was a boundless sea allright; but without
even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and
sensuously redolent togetherness,
High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly
laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking
in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might,
High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down
like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting
superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of
this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was
born,
High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly
molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault
of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind,
High society was an impudent stone; shattering not
only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably
patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man,
High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving
like a astronomically nail polished angel on the
bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse
than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained
upholstery of their castle room,
High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally
overlooking even the most magnificently majestic
empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine
of incongruous coin,
And although it was unfortunate but true that I was
born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had;
am; and will always hate the high society till the end
of my time; and in every blessed life of mine….
Nikhil Parekh
This poem is about hate and society. This might be a poem Chris read. I believe he would appreciate this poem because this talks about how corrupt society is.It also states how society is unethical. The poem's mood is hatred and disgusted , the same emotion Chris had for society.This is a poem that might have spoken to Chris,and hopefully this poem will actually speak to everyone. This poems might have been the literature themes that Chris might have read. |
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