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Neurotic

All right, don't touch me.
I'm neurotic and sick, when you want to have your way with my soul.
Get with the program,
you can't just go and take decisions,
you can't make me the star in plastic blockbusters,
you can't deform my dreams with metal frames.

No, I won't shine with polariod light.
No, I won't commit to conveyor belt future.
And no, forget about it.
I won't be trademark product for you to jerk off on.

I like my gothic glitter.
I like my corset burlesque and my illusionary grace.
I like my gilded words and fashionable deceptions,
so let me breathe for once, even if it's toxic gas.
Let me shag complacency into oblivion.
It's my dirty secret, but tell me now aren't I yours?

Let me push myself with an overdose,
cause I am through prostituting for reality,
just because you say it's right.
Let me deal with my vile and scars,
behind my tinted glass heart,
even if it breaks,
when you wake me with a bitchslap.
 

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  • Blue Rew silver member
    September 1, 2008

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    I would not deem this write tragic, but it is raw
    and emotionally swept. I felt the third stanza
    sheds light into the root concept and gives focus
    to both the words preceding and those that follow.
    The ending is tremendous, a rude awakening from
    our chosen state of conscious~that which gets through
    each day that is arranged according to someone else's
    plans and desires. Reality seems to strangle this
    person, and in this, I can surely relate. Although, the neurotic element surfaces as the individual chooses to create their own self-deceptions rather than remake their world in truth. This sort of negativity once faced can be negotiated and often,
    alleviated. If one is honest enough to admit what does not fit, one can find true paths through the lands of compromise and acceptance.
    I do admire this no holds barred approach. Blue


  • charmander13
    August 26, 2008

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    This is such a brilliant poem-and it speaks with such raw and energized emotions... I feel for it with all my heart
    Keep up the good work!


  • Dalaney gold member
    August 24, 2008
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  • Asdzaa Nadleehe
    August 22, 2008

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    wow, wow...Well then, lol...

    You have left me with very little to say...
    how did that happen....lol

    This is incredible...
    bravo...
    You go boy...!

    Hugs...
    Blessings
    ~A~


    • DayDreamMuse
      August 23, 2008
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      Now I have very little to say! Is it that wow-ing??? Thank you for the comment!


  • IronMaiden1236
    August 22, 2008
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    Whoa!!

    Gritty, vivacious...sizzzling

  • strangerforeigner
    August 22, 2008
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    Woah. Sharp. Strong. Tragic. Well done.

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