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
In a list
A contest entry
- ~*~All Your Dirty Pretty Comes Here~*~ by Midnight-x-Rose.
625 points, ended April 20, 61 entries
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Comments
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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).
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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!

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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!
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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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I'm trying to cut back, okay?
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