The Internet allows for modern poets to flourish. Blogs give poets unlimited space to flourish, all for the cost of a monthly Internet connection fee. Very rarely do websites charge bloggers anything to blog and bloggers can express themselves as fast as they can type their fingers. Websites like http://showmypro.com are full of poets in the purest sense. They write blog posts about whatever is on their minds.
User Zombie wrote a poem called “cluttered mind finds refuge.” The poem goes: “My imortality is only a fabricated lie./ my faith in eternity tampers with my willingness to die./ This soft shell is wearing thin, this body is fading…/ I close my eyes to see what could be…/ the dreams mold into reality, in time to save me./ This energy within me, is stretching out to break the line,/ blur illusion, reality, and time, to mold and to save,/ what’s rightfully mine./ Down the rabbit hole I go, chasing change…/ No white rabbit comes to greet me,/ Only the beast that feeds off rage./ Stuck in this dark hole,/ struggling to sort through the things I know./ struggling to fight for a life thats left me blind./ struggling to fight for a life that I’ve left behind…/ When all is well, and I can finally breathe…/ That’s when the demons come to taunt me./ Shadows swirling above this vessel, protecting nature, and life…/ Forcing me to shed light on something I could never ignite…/ I feel so numb, and dead inside…/ yet, I am still able to recognize,/ that you’re the safety line that’s kept me alive all this time.”
This great poem can be found on a blog located on an unassuming website. How many views did this poet get? Who knows? What I do know is that this great poet will likely get lost in the pits of the web. He will be drowned out by endless other poems. Yes, I know that not all blog posts are poems. But this poem just happened to be pushed down by another poem written by a young woman with the user name “addict.” This poem was called “internal warrior.” This poem went: “Flames are caressing your broken spirit in a condemning touch/ Agony brought on willingly, rather than to try and escape/
For escape is impossible, locked in this dungeon of hell/ Cry out silently, only the splash of tears make a sound/ Shiver from the bone chilling cold/ Burn from the scorching heat/
Never the happy middle, why can’t it stop/ Screaming in frustration, in pain, in agony/
So many factors in this melting pot of misery/ Fight it, control it, master this demon composed of fear/ You bind it tight, but yet it breaks free/ Its thunderous roar shaking the ground beneath your feet/ Run, run, run away./ One step and you’re back to the beginning./ Progress is a joke. You cannot break free./ An eagle toying with it’s food/
You’ll soon be devoured and forgotten./ Always forgotten, forgiven, excluded from the mind/ How can they push it away like it’s nothing/ And you’re tormented every breath you take./ Agony. Pain. Tearing your chest apart./ Want it to end, but won’t give up fighting/ The Warrior at heart refuses.”
Powerful. Who would ever think that poems like that could be found on blogs?
- Charles Pearson
