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Holding onto thin air

It’s gone stagnant,
not even ghosts dare
to tread the air
and I’ve found myself
in isolation, doubting
(or maybe pouting)
in all that we’ve become
(seems pity’s been around again,
I find it’s more than my best friend.)

But I feel your breath
dancing up my breast and neck
to rest itself so fondly
upon whispers in my ear
(though all I’ve heard
are gloats and boasts.)

I trip and tangle in
just how quick
my flesh regrets
(or may attempt)
to forget you.

And yet I fantasize
(to my demise)
of all the ways
your fingertips would grip,
to tease or tempt,
my (less than)
steadfast willpower.

It was never fair to gaze or stare
in hope of my destruction,
but you played the fool
(or more like tool) so well,
who’d have thought
to stop the clock
and see the fool in me?

So here, in dismal space between,
I sink into my skin
and tremble at the thought
of everything I’m not
and never was
(desperation suits me well
when all I was, forgotten,
now dangles on a string)

One (un) fair tug
and I would love
to pine again for you,
but you well know
(and let it show)
that you never cared for me.

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MelodiousDreaming

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Heart brake, forbidden love, unrequited love. and all that jazz.

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  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    October 4, 2008

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    wonderful write, thank you so much for the entry, best of luck in the contest.


    whisper


  • Grunts Girl gold member
    October 2, 2008
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    heeyyyy again you are open to workshop ---
    there is a beat in here that i hope you don't mind that i pulled at some more? I actually had a blast playing with this- though I never want to offend or think it is finished- i workshop shit forever and change old stuff all the time lol...
    sorry for my simplicity

    Stagnant
    Ghosts don’t dare
    Tread air

    Found myself in
    Isolation
    Doubting, pouting
    All that we’ve become

    Seems pity’s ‘round again
    More than my best friend

    Your breath dances
    Upon my breast
    Rests itself fondly
    Upon whispers

    (though all I’ve heard
    are gloats and boasts)

    trip and tangle in
    just how quick
    flesh regrets
    or attempts
    to forget

    fantasize
    to demise
    all the ways
    fingertips grip
    tease or
    tempt
    my less than
    steadfast willpower

    no fair
    to gaze or stare
    hope of my
    destruction

    you played the fool
    (more like tool)
    who’d have thought
    to stop the clock
    to see the fool in me?

    so here
    dismal space
    between
    skin and tremble
    of everything I’m not

    (desperation suits)

    (un) fair tug
    I would love
    To pine again
    But
    You well know
    (let it show)
    you never cared




    • MelodiousDreaming
      October 2, 2008

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      Haha I must admit that I know this one by heart so it took me a minute to read yours haha (I kept saying it from memory )
      I do like your simplicity, I never really think to do such things, I just sit and hope what comes out is worth reading haha

      • Grunts Girl gold member
        October 2, 2008

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        anything from someones heart and soul is always worth reading.

        I am glad you were cool with me playing around with some of your works. It was fun.


  • sinner-
    August 31, 2008

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    how often do we allow ourselves to indulge in hurtfull love,to desire one no matter the pain, I envy the person you lust for.


    • MelodiousDreaming
      August 31, 2008
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      Well now it's official, you're my new favorite person.... I'll give you the plaque later


  • xCandieKissesx
    August 28, 2008

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    It’s gone stagnant,
    not even ghosts dare
    to tread the air
    and I’ve found myself
    in isolation, doubting
    (or maybe pouting)
    in all that we’ve become
    (seems pity’s been around again,
    I find it’s more than my best friend.)

    Very powerful and compelling lines here. I lalala love the word "isolation" for some odd reason. Great job and good luck!


  • Ken-Maverick
    August 28, 2008

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    This is realllly cool,
    seems like this comes from a place of reality.
    Lust sorta does that to a person sometimes.
    Good write

    • MelodiousDreaming
      August 28, 2008
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      Thanks! Very happy ya liked it
      Haha, dunno why but surprisingly I feel much better after writing this, like I've gotten something off my chest

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