World of Lies

[nightseas]

Look outside, open your eyes, and see our world of lies,
For we try to compromise, or else simply survive.
There's no person caring, for what happens, anywhere.
If it doesn't bother anyone, here, there's not a reason,
There.
They make not a sound, not a sound,
As their tear drops fall.
Not a mound of human corpses now,
Visible.
The saddest part, in this Hell,
Eternally known by all,
Holds our breath, moves us less—
The abyss called ignorance.

[seraph1420]

That was one powerful piece. I had to read it twice.
Strong words and the theme was too. Amazing.

Seraph

[Gary C]

really thought powering

[dwells]

To suffer in silence while the powerful control the media and the message maybe, eh NS? Everybody puts their own spin on things nowadays and the winner gets to write the glorious history, sadly. Cheers for this starkly sorrowful comment on our inhumanity. Truth, the truth - I knew that word once...

[nightseas]

Thank you! I really appreciate the feedback.

[Windsend]

Hey nightseas. That was a really, really, good poem. I am totally impressed and a bit envious. I wish I could have the inspiration and words to write like that. The title and the last line totally sealed the theme for a very complete, poetic, and lucid picture. You should pat yourself on the back and be proud, and I mean every word of that. Good job. It was truly a pleasure to read.

[nightseas]

Wow, thanks a lot! I have to admit that this one caught me off guard, too. It was written last week at dawn, after I had stayed up all night, and I almost forgot it! It was only about a night or two ago that I reread it and pondered, partly to myself and aloud to my girlfriend, "This is really good O_O. If this isn't great poetry, then what is it people want?" Then, I proceeded to, as I always end up doing when poetically confused, compare what I wrote with the most popular poems by famous poets. I remember ranting, again inwardly to myself and outwardly to her, something along the lines of, "That's hot, but this is hot too! Am I hot or not?! Honestly!" The comical part is that she merely laughed at me and told me she didn't know. In fact, specifically, she stated that she didn't even understand what I wrote, which, unfortunately, is a (possibly valid?) common criticism I've received. My poems perhaps sometimes read as riddle-ish, although not purposely so. I'll assume it's due to the fact that I write mostly for myself, since I know an audience is up to chance. In other words, I know where to look to pry initial, secondary, and even tertiary meaning. My only redeeming claim, although I don't regret what I do, is that the flow and rhyme is always on point, albeit creatively so. Most of the time I can only hope others see what I see, and this appears to be one of those rare, special moments.

I've said all of this for two reasons. The first is to claim that whatever audience this gets goes out to all those other poems that never got it. The second, and more important reason, is to remind you that you can write like that and better. What great poetry is will always be subjective, but as long as you're making it your own and you feel its greatness, its improvement, it IS great. Never let yourself be intimidated by what anyone else ever wrote. A fantastic poem, like "Fire and Ice," by Robert Frost for example, could have as very well been forgotten by a population, too. Never forget that recognition is all up to chance, but YOU define the greatness of your own work. You push it, you work it, and you can achieve your own insurmountable levels. Philip Larkin, I believe, is one of the best poets ever, but he would probably not be categorized that way, if we had a worldwide poll. That, however, doesn't mean I stop thinking that his work is beautiful, and that everyone else is blind for not seeing its true level. Poetry is always up to what people see, and, if you see it, you might as well trust your intuition over others'. It's good to respect what's been done, and to listen and learn from criticism, but never let those aspects define you or your poetry. Continue expressing yourself through poetry, and you'll see that you will, or have already found, the words and inspiration sought for greatness.

Thank you, Windsend, for your kind words, which did remind me to pat myself on the back. Thanks, Chells, for moving this to the spotlight, as well! I've given an acceptance speech!

[Windsend]

Ha...woots! Congratulations on the spotlight nightseas! Thanks for the reply to my comment as well. That is longest one that I have seen so far here on the TPS forums. Its a good one too.

[Forestdawn]

greetings, nightseas:

What a truthful poem about lies and liars. If the liars would wake up and cross the bridge to the honest people then there would be a lot less turmoil in the world. However though, The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and sometimes should therefore be treated with great caution.

Great work. Thanks for sharing.

[Dew]

sigh...I wish I didn't relate so well to your words...grrrrrr....stupit world! lol...I'm a mess. Congrats on dat spottylight! - dew

[JASON]

An ode to ignorance!! well written nightseas + congrats on the light

[Josie]

Your poem was thought provoking. I liked the image of an abyss called ignorance. There is such diversity in our world, I do not think we would all agree on who is ignorant or who is really in touch with truth. If we all agreed we would probably not have wars or disagreements about leaders. Thank you for writing a poem that opens up dialogue and discussions. Cheers on the TPS Spotlight.

[nightseas]

Thank you