Vianka Polis

Rookie - 159 Points (July 24,1998 / Michigan)

Perfect Society - Poem by Vianka Polis

The day's devour themselves passing the time by sleeping
Every day the Graeae come for a reaping
Puffing on tree to obliterate the past
Alcohol and red-bull imbibed fast
Vicodin and Percocet to diminish the heartache
Passively destroying each other, caught in an oblivion to understand what's in stake
Bars to annihilate the anxiety, becoming jointly tipsy
No point due but to bid farewell to the rest of society
Wrists fill of tragic story-bounteous engraving
Menthols burn between quivering lips to stop the tremor stricken hands
The devious tricks to kill the pain expands
Drugs play a role in the daily life to comfort all the grief and strife
Mugging in the streets driven by hunger and a glock or knife
Violence floods the streets and homes in result of a broken family
Pocketing others treasures so absently
The sun would wake every morning and convulse in laughter of the misfortunes
When the giant star set, Luna gave a cry out to the world
In the dark fortress there lurked homicide, suicide, and zero closure
Walks in the day time gave possibilities of a drive-by
The men were taught to fear emotion and the women stripped their hearts away
The future was at war but it's finally coming home safe
The treaty believes in a new awakening where the big ball of gasses translates a new day with hopes and possibilities
It's finally time to wash those sheets and wrap yourself in reality
The moon won't wake us in conversations but cradle limp live bodies to sleep
An era where smiles are sold and underground markets collapse
The old razors frozen in ice cubes to down fall the irony of its danger
Cancer sticks snapped in half and tossed out as far as your baseball pitchers hand can aim
Unemployment falls to a low number and feeds the hungry bellies
Greed is fought off with healthy consciences
The men taught to present their sentiment of the women
The women nurture the seed of life
Suicide had to be put off because living became a full time job
The women and children are finally able to walk the streets at night without fear
Divorce and other tragedies weren't taken as common
Bad things become out of the ordinary and good takes place in unloved homes
All false prophecies because we don't live in a perfect utopia
Utopias are make believes figments of imaginations
I've only touched Atlantis in my dreams

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, awakening, dreams, drugs, escape, greed, hope, hunger, moon, perfection


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Only in dreams a modern utopia exists.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 26, 2015


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