Hello;
I am trapped in a cage of optimism,
a bottle of bleach to my name
and a couple stars scratched into my waist.
Sometimes you find someone that stands beside you
even when the world has torn you apart;
sometimes an angel finds a demon
willing to catch her like the shooting star
everyone always says she is.
There's a brighter outlook in the appearance
of damp pillows and faltering moans, to the turning point of
a voice in your ear and a mind in your heart;
a counterpart to the life you've created
and a sinful
life of sinless love;
alive and unsedated.
"How did you do it?"
I grinned in spite of myself;
the way your words twist themselves together always
made a light pit in my stomach;
like a lamp clicking on the bright lights to carry
me back home; wherever that was.
"I don't think I'll ever know."
Sometimes I think you must have been imaginary,
it feels like you've never been out of my life;
but it's feeling like you were never in it.
Did you know it was nearly half a year ago?
When presences caught on and I was caught in
a black hole of sickfucks and a style
suitable to a heroin fashion queen.
"You know why no one takes us seriously?"
An entity like no other filled my eyes,
I blinked in question and gazed down into a couple
deep forests worth of answers; your heart
on the verge of spilling through the tears
you kept inside of yourself, never to show themselves;
only to hear.
"No one's like us."
Question marks shift through my head,
unanswered ideas filling my thoughts with
the imagery of your hand in hers;
not mine. I wondered what would lead such a
reply into the gaze of my own;
when you could give me up so easily.
"Why me?"
Because you've always been the
image of perfection;
my little lost skeleton in a jar
of paper stars.
However,
paper doesn't stand a chance against the
chlorine-dreams of a blue-eyed beauty;
I could never compare.
You have a silence about you that hangs in the way you walk,
with your neck shattered toward the ground like a punishment;
your heart almost on your sleeve, but covered up by a jacket that keeps
your thoughts warm and hidden;
safe from the carnivores in the wake of our dreams and reality-
a carnival to your liking with freaks on all sides.
"You're never going to forgive me, are you?"
It's hard to forget the cards I've been dealt;
a couple jokers, but baby, you were my ace.
I guess something trapped you and pulled you away;
'cause you had two faces,
you became a king and it's clear that I'm no queen;
just a lowly jack with a red and black dress to impress
little more than the jokers pulled my way.
So I played my cards wrong;
and you were united with your queen
until jealousy of my doing
burned her soul away;
drowning her in the chlorine she calls home.
I'm a tad behind the times of your life;
but I'm trying-
sometimes I wonder if that's more than I can say for you-
my heart pounds in my throat
and tears singe my cheeks like anthrax;
coating my throat which delicately tries to
sing the notes I know I'll never be able to hit,
not like you;
no, never as perfect as you.
Author notes
This is the first thing I've written in nearly a month now. Well, the first that I have actually finished, in any case.
I'm not sure what's going to happen with SEVENFATE, but the idea is still in my head; and I'm sure it's going to want to come out eventually.
I'm trying out new styles;
breaking away from the regular words and phrases.
Kinda trying to stick into the same scheme,
I wouldn't want to scare away my favorites, would I?
Oh well. Point is, new poetry is good... really good... inspiration is healthy and release is heavenly.
So, I'm just going to be happy about this; opposing the sick nature of how I'm really feeling.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Why didn't I see this when you first posted it?
...Haley, this is fantastic. I can easily say this is one of my all time favorites of any poem I've ever read.
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I like it a lot, too.
I also forgot about it until you just pointed it out to me.
I wish it had never been written. Maybe then things between me and Danny wouldn't be as stressed.
Stupid me, believing that silly boy.
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This is my favorite one that you've written that I've read. I liked the cards thing and the "no ones like us" paragraph...thats my favorite part...its awesome. ^_^
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wow baby.
this is sad.
i love the cards thing..
you played the words well.
i really liked it.
first loves are a bitch, you know?
it's like somehow inside you, they never end.
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I'm lucky,
it didn't end.
I just needed to vent out my frustrations.
Almost everything's being fixed...
It's on the path to amazing again.
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I love this, a lot. I love how it's a story, and I love the imagery you produce. I've never been good at comments, so I'll just let you know my favorite parts:
"You have a silence about you that hangs in the way you walk,
with your neck shattered toward the ground like a punishment;
your heart almost on your sleeve, but covered up by a jacket that keeps
your thoughts warm and hidden;
safe from the carnivores in the wake of our dreams and reality-
a carnival to your liking with freaks on all sides." <-that's amazing, I like the carnivores/carnival idea a lot.
"It's hard to forget the cards I've been dealt;
a couple jokers, but baby, you were my ace.
I guess something trapped you and pulled you away;
'cause you had two faces,
you became a king and it's clear that I'm no queen;
just a lowly jack with a red and black dress to impress
little more than the jokers pulled my way.
So I played my cards wrong"<-that's my favorite part. the whole cards idea is brilliant.
anyway, this is really good.
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i love you...i can't say anything without being a shattered record...i'll show you...thatsall i can do...*nuzzle*
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Only two?
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only two what? *bites*
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Only two applause.
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