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silence standing out.

I whispered whiskey fantasies in the late night grinding
of my teeth,
as you are far away and wilting beneath the red light district.
Uncomparable to a wretch-like-me,
but I will keep on breathing into your neck
and hoping for a sign of life.


I could be a child in wait of the hospital lights,
wailing O's and flailing fists,
shaken at the eyes of God
and lying through shattered teeth.


It was you and your swinging fists that crashed through
expectations
and shook with life in heavy doses

that inspired
such longing, such desperation,
lies and lies and lies that
lie, like stagnant water standing.



My bones are numb when I wear "rebellious"
like a winter coat on summer solstice nighttimes,
and you can see me start to sweat
when the water sets off this bomb.



How you can't see me,
crippled and frowning into my shoes
with a face tilted downward to starve myself of sunlight,
if my cane catches on your wrist in a panic
and you shake me off with a smirk.


"You're too quiet,
too blande,
too boring.
Life is about fucking and fighting and drinking and dying,
running and smoking and living and flying.
You can't keep up."

You said.



"Don't you want substance?
Life is not life if you cannot look yourself in the mirror,
and I measure mine by the intensity of the leaves
how they wither away when I am immovable."

But I can't even look you in the face,
much less myself.

























I want to be fearless,

but the reality is so much more



pathetic.





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  • Lolita.
    June 11, 2009

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    gah.....
    why aren't you on my favourites?!
    -I want to be fearless, but the reality is so much more pathetic.-
    wow. wow. i loooovvveeeeddd the ending.
    -My bones are numb when I wear "rebellious"
    like a winter coat on summer solstice nighttimes,-



  • innocence jaded.
    June 9, 2009
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    Yesssyesyes.

    Well damn.
    I am rendered speechless.



  • still.she.waits
    May 15, 2009
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    well f**k. if I keep running into people younger than me that write a million times better than I do, then I think I just might have to leave AP.
    I can't pick a favourite part of this. this whole thing just makes me speechless.


    • vlentine
      May 15, 2009
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      thank you so much :]
      i'm not better than you, trust me. and you have something i dont; years, experience.


      • still.she.waits
        May 15, 2009

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        trust me sweetie, you don't want some of my experiences.
        I plan on being here at AP for a long while, I can't wait to see how you grow as a writer, especially seeing how fantastic you are currently.


        • vlentine
          May 15, 2009
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          oh, but i do. i want to experience as much as i can, bad and good.
          haha, i've grown so much since i joined this. read my work from 4 months ago; it was shit.
          but thank you :]


          • still.she.waits
            May 15, 2009
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            oh lord. read my stuff from over a year ago. you'll wonder who that angsty, little teenage girl was. lol.


            • vlentine
              May 15, 2009
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              jesus, i know what you mean. my father stumbled upon a couple of my pieces, and i believe his exact phrase was "...Well, you sure hit angst on the head"

  • ElectricBloom
    May 15, 2009
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    this is brilliant.
    these lines:

    lies and lies and lies that
    lie, like stagnant water standing.

    are my favorite. i love the word stagnant.
    you have such gorgeous imagery throughout and this is so beautifully tragic. i love the ending, it's just perfect.
    excellent work.

    ElectricBloom


  • frozenblackpetals
    May 14, 2009

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    unbelievable

    i loved the
    "You're too quiet,
    too blande,
    too boring.
    Life is about fucking and fighting and drinking and dying,
    running and smoking and living and flying.
    You can't keep up." part, like,
    wow. just wow
    this was just freaking amazing. it spoke out, it made a point and it was beautiful and miserable at the same time.
    just amazing.


  • heavenbird
    May 13, 2009
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    you make me look pathetic.

    • vlentine
      May 13, 2009
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      oh please.
      save it for someone who will believe you XD

      • heavenbird
        May 14, 2009
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        everyone believes me.

        you are sooo gooodd.
        I LOVE YOU.

        • vlentine
          May 14, 2009
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          I love you too,
          but you're so clearly
          DELUSIONAL.


          • heavenbird
            May 14, 2009
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            NO.
            i'm honest.

            that's different.
            just like i'm honest about how dumb you are and HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.


  • pendulum gold member
    May 13, 2009

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    "lies and lies and lies that
    lie, like stagnant water standing."
    I really like that.

    I also like the bit about the red light district.

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