As I lie on the pavement
I breathe my last.
I bleed my impurity
Spewing red bubbles of hatred
Through my lips.
Bitter words
Sting like cyanide
As I scream for help
And angry purple bruises
Appear on the edge
Of my battered heart.
So caught up in your lies
Twisted ugliness seeps
And acid tears glisten
From the corners of bloodshot eyes.
And your unholy rape
Of the cynical soul
Has brought a darkness
To the heart, undignified.
But oh, to know such a love
And live for what is truly magical.
To die for something so surreal
That not even pain can take it away.
For the night hears my cry
As the wind whispers through the trees
To promise me Heaven, though I seek Hell.
For the bitter chill of the winter breeze
Is serenity, unleashed
As the scarlet pool freezes
The world turns to black
And the night is quiet.
I hear no sound
No cries of anguish
For even my pain-filled eyes
Are untouched by heartache
And not even my broken heart
Can be penetrated by the frost.
For as it may be
Some people are worth every dagger
Every surging scream
Bloodcurdling fear.
And here, with you
Surrounded by fire
And the monsters of the night
Pink coils emerging from my insides
And dead in your arms
Is where I long to be.
I breathe my last.
I bleed my impurity
Spewing red bubbles of hatred
Through my lips.
Bitter words
Sting like cyanide
As I scream for help
And angry purple bruises
Appear on the edge
Of my battered heart.
So caught up in your lies
Twisted ugliness seeps
And acid tears glisten
From the corners of bloodshot eyes.
And your unholy rape
Of the cynical soul
Has brought a darkness
To the heart, undignified.
But oh, to know such a love
And live for what is truly magical.
To die for something so surreal
That not even pain can take it away.
For the night hears my cry
As the wind whispers through the trees
To promise me Heaven, though I seek Hell.
For the bitter chill of the winter breeze
Is serenity, unleashed
As the scarlet pool freezes
The world turns to black
And the night is quiet.
I hear no sound
No cries of anguish
For even my pain-filled eyes
Are untouched by heartache
And not even my broken heart
Can be penetrated by the frost.
For as it may be
Some people are worth every dagger
Every surging scream
Bloodcurdling fear.
And here, with you
Surrounded by fire
And the monsters of the night
Pink coils emerging from my insides
And dead in your arms
Is where I long to be.
Author notes
"I cry tears of ink"
Option 1
Love is ugly, and pain is beautiful. It seems that too many people blind themselves to the fact that everything has two sides, and so I wrote this piece to contrast the stereotypical views on the strongest emotions.
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A contest entry
- Don't go to the light, when you can have more fun in the Dark! by luna-midnight.
875 points, ended November 19, 2007, 32 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Don't be overly critical, but more than 'thanks and good luck'.
Comments
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this is beautiful, i really love it. thanx for entering
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wow!
this is just amazing, i simply loved every aspect of this poem!!! and i agree with your author notes so true!!!
but back to your poem, the description was just wonderful, i loved all the words as they fit together and flow, and become so powerful on the reader, as well as the meaning of the poem, and the saddness, yet beauty of it. I long to be dead in someone's arms, as they place a dagger slowly in my own heart, and i let them knowing thy fate and fall into my endless sleep in thy killers arms, killed by my own love, yet thy loved to kill me....sorry i seem to go on and on, but i got that from your poem and my own feelings, and your poem is brillant, well done!!!
thanks for the entry very much and good luck!!!!
stephanie =]

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i loved reading this poem it flowed and had a nice use of words...good luck
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Have been so sick of these ushy gushy mushy love poems and when I clicked on this and read this very slowly, I have to say How awesome this is...The physical description that you give such as this "Twisted ugliness seeps
And acid tears glisten
From the corners of bloodshot eyes.
And your unholy rape
Of the cynical soul
Has brought a darkness"
describes the emotional turmoil and you have penned it into physicall aliteration superbly.
This is a true winner...Best of Luck!


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First off, was beautiful poem, so nicely written with an excellent flow, I loved it (even if it was above line limit
) You keep me interested til last minute.
It kinda fits within option, for when I said twist a stereotype, I ment like sex with dead people, make it erotic. If you know what I mean.
But this kind of works even though emotional pain to me sounds sometimes too angsty, but this has a little in it but not too much.
Thanks for entering!!
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So beautiful really!! I love your page that picture is mind blowing!!! fabulous indeed.


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This is brilliant & you're right - there is beauty in pain. This tells a tale of love, loss, deceit, anger and frustration; and although it's dark, it's very beautiful and powerful too. The first stanza is my favourite and starts this piece well. Thanks for sharing.
La x
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That my dear is a peace of art. Enough said!


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wow
holy crap, i have to say this is freakin' awesome, i luv it, so dark and morbid.. great work
red roses


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