Bulging eyes staring forward - empty, listless
I grab my face trying to formulate a guess
Feeling my brain, instead it’s melanoma
Reaching for the ghost elixir to induce a coma
Something stands in front of me
Inside my cell in the form of a shadow
Someone no one else can see
Ridiculing, dismissing me as hollow
How do I get rid of you?
I’m beginning to pull at myself, ramble to myself
What is it that you’re whispering to me?
The nameless one with no face
Everyday in my cell staring at me
How do I get rid of you?
Intimidating me with whatever vendetta you have
Your overwhelming, rotting stench
Baring the symbol of hostility
What is it that you’re whispering to me?
Feeling a lingering suffocation
Closing my veins with your hands
Catatonic - I’ve lost my resolve
I guess I’ll just close my eyes until he dies
You’re wrong!
God damn it! I am worthwhile; I’ll prove it to you!
Praying to Jehovah
A shiver in disguise
Saying nothing
Closing my eyes until he dies
I’ve been waiting anxiously for a thousand years
Yet why do I hate the knock on the door?
Light fills the cage without inducing tears
Go ahead, take me out
Release me into a world I don’t know how to live in
Everything reminds of the pain
I’m so unbelievable, still screaming
I remain in distress; it must love to keep me this way
Offer me a ruse, worthless being
Every breath you breathe deep I feel you circulating through me
Your face tattooed on my eyelids
Author notes
This is a very abstract poem where I try to illustrate myself in a supernatural setting in prison consumed within a very neurotic head-space. There is, in essence, a demon who's trying to drive me insane. Towards the conclusion, I escape when someone finally opens the door and lets light into my life. However, the demon left a stain on my brain, hence the meaning of the last stanza and the poem in general.
I think it's a very pessimistic mentality.
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"Bulging eyes staring forward - empty, listless
I grab my face trying to formulate a guess"
"How do I get rid of you?
I’m beginning to pull at myself, ramble to myself
What is it that you’re whispering to me?"
this feels like extremely hostile, love struck, passionate, hatred.
like you want to love the person you are writing about, but somehow you love them so much you hate them.
it's just...very powerful.
and i may be reading it all wrong, but that's just what i got from it.
love it.
especially the ending.
"Offer me a ruse, worthless being
Every breath you breathe deep I feel you circulating through me
Your face tattooed on my eyelids"
great.
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Hey, I like your take on my poem. You enjoyed many of the lines, and that certainly makes me happy. Although this has absolutely nothing to do with feelings toward a person, I'm not at lost why you would think so. I have an extensive amount love poems and anger-towards-a-girl poems.
This is actually me in a fictitious setting in prison in a very neurotic head-space. There is, in essence, a demon who is trying to drive me insane. Later, I escape when someone finally opens the door. However, the demon left a stain on my brain, hence the meaning of the last stanza.
It's my way of illustrating how vices and insecurities will always follow me throughout life. I think it's a very pessimistic mentality.
Later days.
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Woa. Powerful.
Great job. You painted such an intenese picture through this poem. And I think it can relate to people on many levels. I really like the lines, "Your face tattooed on my eyelids", "Ridiculing, dismissing me as hollow".
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Thank you, the imagery is abstract, but I'm happy to see you got the message. Best wishes.
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