I cling to memories of my past
Fighting back the tears as I lust
For stale, nonexistent ghosts
Long gone, moved on,
But still the same somehow,
All scenes reflecting solid
As if yesterday stood before me
Rewinding every forgotten move
To the moment my voice first lost its sanity
With the horrid words, “I love you”.
They echo and rattle around my mind
Making wide truths out of lies
And twisting independent thought
Into knots I could never pry loose,
Or even want to try to…
They milk over all secretries
Both natural and darkened alike
Falling prey to their new found keeper
And holding no promise to keep tight,
Hope all I might.
But hope carves no boundaries
Especially for those in false wrappings,
And bribes only work for so long
Before the words start to flow-
Erupting straight from the dog’s mouth,
Flaming in details of depths once told,
Empowering them…
Imprisoning me…
And enlightening us both to
A confidence broken, betrayed,
All given up for a madmen’s game.
Dismembered into dense shreds of thread
I struggled for years to spin myself back
Then drowning my tongue in dry acid
Rotting down to every last bud
And into the veins, souring everything in
A lethal injection of a love gone bad.
Icy hatred took home in the emptiness
That was left and helped me to cope
Rebuilding walls, strengthening the skin
Making my presence to be known and
Forsaking any man to enter again.
Yet the black gates have bent their shape
Caving under the temptations of a new stray
Showing a change in progressions, in men,
Creating a new reality between us two…
It all seems to be true, the real deal, the one,
And so feverishly inviting is the idea
Though nothing in my past proves it possible,
Only the cruel tunes of the opposite case
Which now flood my thoughts in bewilderment
As I ponder melting away this hatred of a mask
And allowing trust to creep back in,
Becoming vulnerable once again-.
Author notes
i'm using my poetic license to make "secertries" a word ;]
inspiration: relationship problems due to the fact that i have a really hard time opening up to the opposite sex...
AiM I Am: artist, friend, fiancee, sister, daughter, student, photographer.
A contest entry
- Almost Anything Goes by righteousme.
900 points, ended June 29, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thank you for your time and talent... yr an amazing writer and i am now a dutiful fan...
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*blushes*
it was a pleasure, thank you!
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'A lethal injection of a love gone bad.'
I read this and thought, wow. It was very intense. Loved it! -
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glad ya loved it XD and that was my favorite line too!
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great use of poetic license... however, you are missing something... i will DQ if not fixed... please re-read the rules...
the piece itself is amazing... thank you for your time and talent and i am sorry about the opposite sex problems... i dont have them since im gay... haha... -
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sorry about that, fixed it
thank you for reading and yeah your pretty lucky in that sense lol
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