Cliche

Deep down at the very bottom
there is nothing
and everything
which is a cliche

Untitled (Inspired by #10 - Mark Rothko)

Crushing contrast,

Lines everywhere,

Red lines of sun disperse,

Yellow lines with faint

Grays take over the skies,

As the sun sets and fades to night,

A wondrous place I used to dream of once,

Not that long ago,

The ocean is alive with creatures,

And my boat alone on it is lost,

The star to the north is hidden behind the darkest of clouds,

The moon's light is nowhere to be found,

Lines in the ocean as waves crash and move my boat,

The morning comes again,

To repeat the cycle.

What inspired this poem: #10 - Mark Rothko

Out of Sight

We are a society

of advertisements

Of things, products, stuff

useless items

new

improved

cool

make you cool

make friends, family

loved ones

jealous

make them want

what they don't need

throw away your fat paycheck

on a new computer

while your old one still works

while your old one is sent off

to a third world country

poisoning, killing, ruining

lives of good people

people who just want to live

people who just want to have

what we have

people who deserve better

out of sight, out of mind

that's the phrase that we live by

the phrase that kills

so many innocent people

we are a society

of killers