I wear my girls under my sleeve,
next to my bleeding plastic heart.
I guard them with my cold walls.
She glows, resonates in my prison,
scatters the shadows to lonely corners,
but cannot bare the winter when we're apart.
Shove her out, close her off;
she could never love someone broken,
and I couldn't bare to see her cry,
like watching angels burn to ashes.
My heart in fragments, scattering,
my hands severing the love we laced.
I wear my boys like jewelry.
Sparkling fashion, newest gem,
brighter until something better comes along.
Cast away, useless, unwanted,
like rocks thrown into rivers.
Still deep waters and memories,
kissing his tired, dozing eyes.
Fall asleep to dreams, smell my skin,
see my hands on her bare chest.
Wake up with holes, the thousandth time,
My cheshire grin glittering, lingering,
my hands on someone else's skin.
I wear my scars like memories.
Reminders, acid in my chest,
they taint my trust, faith, hope;
sitting in their shade, hoping for rain,
I am alone and I am bitter.
I am brimming with anger and pride,
a chaotic storm that leaves me broken,
bleeding on the filth of conscience.
There is only darkness here, no salvation -
they lied when they said I would find love.
My soul in ruins, resonating,
my hands borrowing too much again.
Author notes
A quick exploration into my sexuality, and I don't really like it. It lacks depth for me - what about you?
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Criticism, advice?
Comments
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I actually loved it.... its so vivid, and it seems deep to me. I think you did an astounding job!
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"Wake up with holes, the thousandth time,
My cheshire grin glittering, lingering,
my hands on someone else's skin."
I thought this was a great section. Some nifty rhythmic construction and my heart's fav, the slant rhyme. I think that your suspicion that this lacks depth is probably not inaccurate, but you have very strong descriptive skills and a knack for interesting metaphor. I think once you get away from the bitter and brooding atmosphere I've noticed in many of your pieces, you'll have a clearer head and will have more success at delving into yourself and bringing back something of profundity.
At the moment though, there is definite value in any piece which can conjure up a beautifully weary line like: "Still deep waters and memories, / kissing his tired, dozing eyes."
Thanks for sharing this. -
it proves that
your gay
but i liked it, confusing but i liked it
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I like this, the visuals in it are pretty and deep, I especially liked the lines
she could never love someone broken,
and I couldn't bare to see her cry,
like watching angels burn to ashes.
My heart in fragments, scattering,
my hands severing the love we laced.
Wonderfully done!! Thanks for letting us read it
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