Like tombstones in ruin
My life is in senescence
I don’t know what I’ve done
Only - what I have become
A survivor of pillaged innocence.
Abused by those who taught me trust
To live for love and to silence lust
Until one night, I sacrificed
My life to a Pythoness.
Eternally gracious I wore my heart on my sleeve, easy to touch, cut and deceive.
Fallen prey to the random acts of kindness displayed in chivalrous legends. Only my knight was a damsel; A Siren in fact, whose song swooned like the lure of a motioning finger to a bed doused with silk and lace on a starlit eve.
I was dead long before I crossed the threshold…
…of my prison.
My soul, licked with forked tongue by she who deceiveth the world. Innocence reflected scathed with her miscreant demeanor. Shallow smile and glossy eye -
- Her truth confides in lies.
Years ago I had let it be known that I was to forever be alone. Words uttered upon deaf ears, words… that no one wanted to hear, but with life threaded through me as if being suspended by flesh, I knew of her kindness as austere and remorseless.
The story doesn’t change
I’m sucked of my strength
No apology will ever be sincere enough
When still you feed me thorns at night
And if it takes my dying
To finally shed this misery
Then unto you my suffering
For all the days you've lied to me.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2008
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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an interesting dark piece
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I've forgotten just how much your work affects me.
The word that comes to mind in reading this is barren...
no shelter from the pain, and it's emptiness continues to rain shattered shards of eternal brokeness.
Bows Low...it is good to read you again, always a moving experience.
~B.
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okay, i think by now you know that i like to point out my favorite parts. so, heeeere we goo!
totally, by far, i felt slapped (silly) by your line "Eternally gracious I wore my heart on my sleeve..." How on G's earth do you come up with these great lines? Lines that should forever go down in poetic history!!! oh yeah, talent. how do you get that? oh, you can't buy it? damn. i'm screwed!!!
for real, as always and eternally, your dark crevices still spark a light inside my own darkness!
*R
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I think you have 2 rhyming stanzas...I liked them because they sounded "genuine" and not contrived.
"I was dead long before I crossed the threshold…
…of my prison."
It's very you.
"My soul, licked with forked tongue by she who deceiveth the world."
Nice -eth...'forked tongue'=strong visuals...it's all good.
"Her truth confides in lies."
OXYMORON ALERT! I like.
"No apology will ever be sincere enough
When still you feed me thorns at night"
I love the 'thorns at night' part which emphasizes the first statement.
"And if it takes my dying
To finally shed this misery
Then unto you my suffering
For all the days you've lied to me."
You manage to convey this message in every one of your poems.
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wow
i really dont know what to say the write its self was amzing though, i hope things are ok and get better much love sweetie..
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Potent In Verse...
In trust you place your heart on your sleeve.
With ease she devours your soul with a kiss
No please "forgive me" stops your tortured shell from bleeding.
As each breath is never that much more closer to death,when you never lived at all. Pang, pang, I understand well.
One who lives in these flames can only express so well.
Pen on brother,
Tim
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