I look for a release
It is all vanity.
Why must I be trapped,
Always, losing my sanity.
You toyed with my heart,
You said those three words.
And now here we are,
Crossing like swords.
But our blades are worn dull,
That spark does not ignite,
The flame that once burned,
Long into the night.
So I sit here alone,
Living in lies.
I walk out to the road,
And stare at the skies.
I curse the stars,
I curse the moon.
I even curse God,
For allowing such doom.
I am trapped with a heart,
Already torn assunder.
The shattered, worn pieces,
All begin to sink under.
I bury my heart,
I destroy all my soul.
I won't let this hurt me,
Won't give to the toll.
The knife is so tempting,
But the blade cannot meet.
I step off the curb,
And step into the street.
No slow death for me,
I have lived that death once.
It must be fast to end,
This pain of such lust.
Lust this must be,
For love does not fail.
But failed this love has,
As I move from the guard rail.
The light warms my face,
Clearing the dark from my mind.
I now know that soon,
It is peace I shall find.
You promised you were different,
Said it was no lie.
But in an instant all's black,
And I am sure that I'll die.
Darkness ebbs,
Consciousness flows.
Side view from the asphalt,
I'm surrounded by crows.
The cawwing of sorrow,
Squaking of worry.
They talk of this boy,
They wonder his story.
But I will not tell,
For that is my secret alone.
The only one I have left,
After you could not condone.
This road knows my story,
And will keep it maintained.
A diary of asphalt,
A diary, bloodstained.
The crows swirl together,
Amongst flashing bright light.
And as I breath my last breath,
I know I'm finally, alright.
Author notes
What hurts the most.
Written August 8th, 2006
A contest entry
- What Would You Do by Shainas man.
300 points, ended August 12, 2006, 15 entries
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Very well-written. The rhythm's not perfect but the visual concepts are fresh and make the poem interesting...am I making sense? I think so. Heh.
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I'm not sure how this is different from what I normally write. Either I write love poems or dark angsty ones of lost love. I'm pretty sure this fits one of those categories~
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humm... this one is different from what you normally write. Its a story kinda. Anyways i really like it, its sad but real.
Rach -
Painfully penned in a thought provoking and captivating sort of manner... Such interesting imagery and angst ridden descriptions. Very deep. Best wishes!
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lol, my sister abesolutely is on love with burgers, she treasures them like jewels and bites at your hands or stabs you with a fork even if you reach across the table to grab salt, that's only if she thinks you're going after her grub though.lol
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gawd I'm hungry now. Lol. Can't wait for burgers tonight. Now where'd I put that hot sauce. *goes off looking for hot sauce*
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haha, love the asphalt part, really creative and unique. Your rhyming is superb as the italian food i ate last week, that chicken parmisiano was heaven. Love your poem!
See you around the deep end
moment liver -
thats really really good!!
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