We're just listening to the shatter
of a thousand lonely hearts,
breathing in the bitter taste
and sifting through the parts-
baby we've been out here drowning
for so very long,
fading in the endless stream
our battered lungs can whistle songs.
humming to the throbbing of
the broken hearted sobs,
our fingertips keep drumming with
the funeral marching mob
Eager to explore a stage where
Blood loss is the dress,
(meet me later in the dark-
use your talent to impress-)
Smiling as they amputate,
you've never felt so fine,
they've tried to tell me easily
(that your love was never mine)
Eyes were blind and sense was lost,
--it's a mask you hide behind,--
we're fucked and forced to fuck ourselves,
*when lust and us are intertwined*
Author notes
well, I suppose this would be under the 'dark' category?
I wish I could have something happier for you, but unfortunately, things are not so good for me either. Hope it gets better though...
Dooooo it.
Comments
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oh wow. this is sooo creative and fresh. haha yes, it is in the dark category but that's not a bad thing at all! i belive that the best writers are people who have or are going through rough times. gosh, i really love this poem
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Hmmm... I actually really liked this. Because it was just FULL of originality.
And that's what really wins me over with poetry. I especially liked these lines:
humming to the throbbing of
the broken hearted sobs,
our fingertips keep drumming with
Where did you come up with that?
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