I:
My eyes are bleeding.
I'm too strong to deal with this
Shit, I've become modern art
or worse
Indie music in surround sound.
Maybe if the moon comes out to play
a symphony of stars would crash
and burn my ego
like unrequited love.
II:
I have blisters, which I will stab
with each step
waiting for them to burst
and reform.
I cannot kiss you with the lights on,
I cannot kiss you at all.
You're pushing my luck,
into a box you go
with lock and key,
I'll throw you in the ocean.
Put up token "missing" posters.
I'd like you to be important but-
You're a boy called Branden.
III:
A guilty conscience
-collapses-
on the couch I cry
as make-up drenches
such a pretty boy.
Time stopped caring
who we are or why we act
like kids at the back of a show.
I avoid eyes like you avoid moshpits.
Your flattery feels like shame
I'm soaking in your words anyways.
Don't-stop-Don't-go
/Don't-tell/
Don't,
ask me to fall in love with you.
IV:
I can't wait until the ocean dries,
It's nearly tea-time but I'm alone
Again.
Nothing new-
Nothing to do
with you
I express unhappiness
In paint and permanent marker
written operas on my window sill,
an overture in body fluid,
but I'd rather sleep.
V:
Hidden in a tree
I've found fond memories
of figment characters
that I never got to suffocate in
Empathy.
Fool me once
I play the part, like a star.
I don't know how to lie anymore,
so I can't whisper to you//
look at you..
think of you,
Not like I used to.
I miss desperation,
but winter is coming soon.
VI:
The pulchritude
captivating my retinas
force feeds me sulfuric acid
which ties my tongue:
double knots just like my shoes.
The night terrors
exhausted
my silver bullet mentality,
I'm-not-scene,
my hair fringes naturally.
I swear, you're no longer trapped
inside my less-than-three.
VII:
Exuant.
My bitten nails seek forgiveness.
Breathing so loudly as I die
one thousand times
but continue to appear hopefull
on a heart monitor.
Bandage me up,
my hip bones are no longer
the center of attention,
your four post bed is no longer
in demand.
Get the fuck out.
I guess I need
Respect.
Author notes
Personally, I like the sound of silence.
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great write
Hidden in a tree
I've found fond memories
of figment characters
that I never got to suffocate in
Empathy.
that was my fave piece of all!!! keep it up xx
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Damn fine writing!
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sound of silence.
delicate thoughts.
caring write, with so many horrified imagination.
you have done stunning work
i appreciate
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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This is stunning. Absolutely perfect. It's heartwrenchingly blunt and cold. The last three lines are like a puch in the gut: they take my breath away. No fancy language or overdone cliches here. This is poetry in its best form.
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Day-umm. xD lol This was perfect. Just .. Perfect
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Damn. Amazing.
I love your poetry as much as Adrian's..
Stunning piece, beautifully painful and I wouldn't change a word. Just wish I could write ..
Slug
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Wow... I'm so lost for words that to leave a proper comment just wouldn't do this justice. Normally, when I comment, I can think of 30-million things to tear apart, but not here.
I tried to pick a favourite line, but even then, I epic-failed, seeing as I had about 40 favourites and I would have had to rewrite your poem to list them all here. Incredible imagery and feeling were ever-present, and I just loved the whole thing to pieces!
I'm not into the whole dirty-pretty thing, but I found that this poem is actually... amazing. A little long for my taste, but that's just me being A.D... Ooh, a shiny penny!
Well done!
Laura, aka Immortal
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Booyah!
"I'm-not-scene,
my hair fringes naturally."
i love this line and i can't tell you all the reasons why.
you are a gift!
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III. is just.... You put it perfectly. All of it is perfect. Apart from the make up - I don't actually wear much, if any XD
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This made a lot more sense the second time through. I saw things I must have told you in there that I can't believe you remembered. Again, I'm so touched by this.
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excellent
I have blisters, which I will stab
with each step
waiting for them to burst
and reform.
I cannot kiss you with the lights on,
I cannot kiss you at all
loved these lines.very graphic and carrying emotions not known before.you excelled.Thanks for sharing.Please vist my portfolio as well. -
So much pain comes out here. I hope it is a way for you to vent in order to heal. For heal you will in time...you show strength in your words. Nice metaphors and I like the spacing you did, it added to the disheveled mess you say you are. Pen on...~Poo~
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Absolutely stunning.
I was lost for words at the end of this poem.
Such unimaginable pain is exuded from these words, effervescent almost. Every line tugs at another emotion, ad at first one might feel a twinge of sympathy, but on the last line, you know that this is an individual who deserves respect. And if she doesn't get it when it's due, which I believe it certainly is, then there's gonna be trouble.
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your an amazing writer, never forget that,
this just proved that hun, missing you, hoping your ok,
kitty xx -
Amazing
Very nicely done...it hurt! Your quick wit caught me at every new verse. I loved it!
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Oh my God. I loved it. Thank you.
I swear my heart skipped a beat when I saw the title. It's sometimes the most beautiful gift you can give someone - your observations of them.
I was sometimes unsure what was directly about me and what wasn't, or whether it was all about me, or about the parts of yourself that you see in me, or whether it was you filling in the blanks. I'm sure it will make more and more sense the more I read it though, like much of your work.
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Wow
Unbelievably amazing. Sincerely. It's times like these i want to scream. "I shall never write again!"
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