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Grinding Hips Lane

My smeared reflection glares at me
with enraged animosity at its very core
And then I realize, that it's only me,
and the hatred I've dealt upon myself
for so many years after my own defeat

It wasn't always like this, you know
I used to be beautiful; I laughed
Innocence is a flicker in the sunlight
before everything fades to black
My own light was snuffed out; I'm dead inside

Darling, what could you possibly see
in this lifeless form before you?
I am nothing but a used cadaver
marked with the disgrace of harlot
But you wouldn't have known that

My feculent secrets are not for your ears;
the pitch of my tormented screams
are only for my own to behold in the dark
Don't you dare start pitying me now
I have worked too hard for respect for myself
to be insulted in such a manner

You could never understand this ache;
it is the haunting of a heart shattered
before ever it had a chance to love
Don't tease me with your petty affections
I am far too chilled to feel your warmth

My thighs quake with overwhelming sensation;
one I will never be rid of all of my life
You have no hope of helping me;
just forget about me while you still can
Don't utter the words that would slay you

No one can love me, sweetheart
I am far too gone for even that
Of all the laboring I've donned myself,
I could never escape the never ending judgment
of your piercing gaze; I am lost to even you

Baby, whisper in my ear once more
I'll take a walk with you down to
grinding hips lane, but just this once
I'm wounded though, so we'll have to go slow
Make me feel like I deserve to scream your name

Just don't expect me to be there
when you wake up in the morning, doll,
'cause I'll be long gone to a place
even you can't reach me at;
frigid and choked upon breathlessness

I'll be dead

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  • Midnight-x-Rose gold member
    July 11, 2007

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    Another sad one... but you know, i'm getting used to them now! By the end of all these writes I'll be slitting my wrists (just joking, don't worry).

  • Mildew in PinK tile
    April 14, 2007

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    Well in all honesty this isnt what id call dirty pretty BUT i like that you had your own voice in all of this and you didn't punctuate like there's no tomorrow so cudos to you!


  • faderman1959 silver member
    April 7, 2007

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    I am not to familiar with this style, but do find it interesting. I would give a critique but I'm not qualified as I don't understand it sorry. What you are saying comes through very well though!

  • Yunaleska gold member
    April 5, 2007

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    Beautiful work Rose. Wonderful write. I agree that you don't need all those things in the poem. I just go straight to the translation so it does nothing for me really. I like some of it being used but sometimes there's too much, heh. <.< You know what I mean...

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