until every last word is a
promise written in vapor.
your hopes rip too easily
like the spider's
lengthy work of art
carelessly destroyed in seconds.
tiny stars glitter inside
the raw-voice aching-gasp scratchy-nails bitterness
of a broken heart
but can a small candle survive?
sparks can be killed off too.
we keep caging souls away
until the sour metallicity of grief
stains every drop of love that ever was
can you trust me to eventually lead you home?
against the ebbing tide of horror
we can make it.
Author notes
Yesss. I'm done! Now I can pay attention to the music again.
I really, really need to stop trying to write poetry while listening to music. Hardest thing ever, seriously. Cause I'm dumb like that and forget to turn it off. >.<
I wrote the basic version of this in Biology...and English...Oops. Then I stuck some stuff so that it actually meant something instead of just being a bunch of cobbled-together randomly-came-to-me totally-didn't-come-up-with-that-what-the-fuck lines. Cause I've written a lot of those poems without revising them.
I forgot to address the original 'Wtf? Someone posted?' initial reaction. I don't know exactly why I am posting...well, mostly it's because it's not really as satisfying just writing something and not posting it. I should be all 'I write for myself so I don't care what anyone thinks', which I am, but I get satisfaction posting something. It makes it a degree more real than just scribbling it somewhere random.
I think I'm posting another one too, omfg, because I took some parts out that didn't fit, but I kinda like them, so I might make a poem out of them, and I should end this sentence before my comma button breaks. Okay. Right.
Totally not used to posting. But I am, at the same time. How weird is that? >.< I don't understand myself. (No, not gonna read it again, nope. Noooo...gah. I WON'T. Must not rework...)
Please tell me what you think
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Um... i sort of dont understand this poem. is it supposed to make sense? please explain it to me!! lol

