life's a blast
by Ulyss Rubey
leave only smug marks
on the ceilings and walls
of history's halls...
marking the struggles
of empty spirits-
stripped of the what-could-have-been
by self-professed prophets
of the never-will-be
and self-opinionated historians
of the never-was.
Author's Note: This could be about my sex life, but it isn't. :)
Posted on 09/12/2010
Copyright © 2021 Ulyss Rubey
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Laura Doom on 09/12/10 at 11:16 PM|
Fifteen minutes of flame, and the launch indefinitely delayed :> A significant blast -- think I'll go change my underlinen *gurgle*
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/13/10 at 10:44 PM|
...a frame they/we can't walk out of, eh? great snapshot but not our best side...great write ulyss
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/05/10 at 10:36 PM|
Very enjoyable to read in structure. A dynamic contrast between the actors and those seemedly observing and judging. Loved how this ended.
|Posted by Steve Michaels on 11/06/10 at 01:33 AM|
I love this and congrats on POTD!
|Posted by Therese Elaine on 11/10/10 at 04:54 AM|
This could be about a lot of things, including delayed-to-the-point-that-it's-a-bust gratification...but then, it could be about The Breakfast Club...*grin* Regardless, you made Laura have to change her underlinen -that's always aces in my book!