Numbskull

[SynikaL]

Numbskull​

Let a sunburst of my virtues,
part the cloudy hued skies imbued with my thirst for clarity/
Tragic disparity/
My Love, your smile is a rarity/
I cherish every bit of merit within its intensity,
its density strengthens me/
Tremendously/
But cannot make an invesment at the present/
(why?)
Since birth I've been cursed, nursing my own cockeyed crescent/

And thus...

I traverse these bridges burning, with a certain lack of emergency/
Their conclusions host an orchard of heathen corpses,
plotting concieted corporate urgencies/
(That should make his Majesty furious!)
A sense of apathy fastens me to a furnace in Hades,
surrounded by eighty hundred sumthin' drunken prancing devil babies/
Perhaps (maybe) I'll manage to detach my b@stard trajectory/
By crashing my vehicle of collapsed integrity/
(Mother, please cease to neglect me)
Budding respect/
Hence, I walk an acre of no regrets,
and commence the erection of wilted blood roses at every step/
Beyond the circumference of that wilderness,
I litter cigarette filters in bunches/
Threatening the forest teaming with life in abundance/
Confronted by polemic pundits not sold on my whims/
Our poles pinned my colder grins to the path of the solar winds (d@mn)/
Bleeding indifference for three-sixty-five and a quarter tiring days/
I penned poetic proses with notions to cauterize the pain/
Draining in Satan's kitchen sink, I don't wanna' be tamed/
I don't wanna' be tamed/
Yet I refrain from placing blame on whichever God licks his fingertips,
in an effort to pinch my flame/
Forever clueless, these fruitless endeavors/
Caused the corroding teather holding my morals together to sever
and I fell dead in a bed of fallen angel feathers/
I've been...
Numb in the face/
And yet...
Humble encased in my plummet, fully embraced/
A waste of breath pleading my case...

They call me Numbskull...

They call me Heartless...

(As an artist, I'm whatever sparks the engines in my compartments)

They call me Icicle...

They call me Stillborn...

They call me Arbiter...

They call me Silkworm...

They call me Carpenter...

They call me Dud Grenade...

They call me Novacaine...

They call me Serenade...

They call me Disparity...

They call me Arrogance...

They call me Ignorance...

They call me Charity...

They call me...


-Kimosabae

 

[Akebo]

It was very...well, the composition was nusual, but not unpleasantly so. I can tell you had some amount of emotion in it. Good job!

 

[SynikaL]

Could you elaborate on your thoughts about the composition?


-Kimosabae

 

[Akebo]

Well, especially at the end, it wasn't something you se e in a normal poem. I'm not complaining about it, I have just really never seen it before. Also, I have never seen () [Forgotten the name, my mind's a bit fuzzy] in a poem the way you use them.

 

[SynikaL]

See, that's the thing, I don't consider what I write to be poetry. Growing up, I was weened on hip hop music, not Euro-American Western literatures/culture. That was my reasoning behind presenting "This Is Not a Poem" first, as I wanted to make the statment that I do not write poetry. I simply call them "lyrics". Being weened on hip hop, they're written to have a certain flow and cadence to them. I think that restriction seperates it from traditional poetry, which is more free in its creation.


-Kimosabae

 

[demoncaterpie]

You should be a rapper. These are really good.

 

[SynikaL]

Haha. I consider that a much greater compliment than you may think. That's actually something I'm going to look into when I get more comfortable with my writing and cement my style. I draw inspirations from a lot of people and I've yet to develop a style that I'd feel comfortable converting to audio. It's getting there though. I haven't been writing very long.


-Kimosabae

 

[Akebo]

See, that's the thing, I don't consider what I write to be poetry. Growing up, I was weened on hip hop music, not Euro-American Western literatures/culture. That was my reasoning behind presenting "This Is Not a Poem" first, as I wanted to make the statment that I do not write poetry. I simply call them "lyrics". Being weened on hip hop, they're written to have a certain flow and cadence to them. I think that restriction seperates it from traditional poetry, which is more free in its creation.


-Kimosabae

Oh! Okay! Nevermind then. I didn't know this was supposed to be a rap. I thought it was a normal song/poem. Now it's okay. I have nothing more to say. So, see you soon.

 

[demoncaterpie]

Haha. I consider that a much greater compliment than you may think. That's actually something I'm going to look into when I get more comfortable with my writing and cement my style. I draw inspirations from a lot of people and I've yet to develop a style that I'd feel comfortable converting to audio. It's getting there though. I haven't been writing very long.


-Kimosabae

If you need someone to make a beat, I'm pretty handy with the guitar

 

[Akebo]

Ah, so am I! That, or a keyboard.