~Martyred Bruising's~
Standing here looking in your eyes
The abomination that gives truth to my insatiable addictions.
My mutilated inscription forcing me to face the blood stained fates.
My heart a fun house mirror
Smothering the knowledge of the slayed
To hide my insomnia of seduction.
Closing my eyes to find the flaw in my perfection
Injected, swallowed, given,
A taste of intervention.
My description engraved with your pleas and the pulse exists off self hatred and merciless mortification's
Ivory veins forcing self forgiveness from the relentless judgment of trembling caresses and smothering sighs
Hiding the intonations of horror and penitence in each brazen discovery.
My last quest for affection to put to shame by a touch
A scenery no eyes could begin to capture
A beauty no death could inherit
A tragedy all memories etch in their essence
Cocaine miseries basting my cradle.
I deserve to see the shadow that crippled the only hand that never denied my existence
Let my strength from your negligence force your eyes to gaze upon my choice to hope.
My ears demand the song that caused your putrid words to annihilate my eternal rights.
My broken heart still clings in transparent attachment of the lingering christenings so graciously afflicted on the only knowledge of carnival lovers and ash stained lips.
Arrogance should never betray permission
And seducing yourself doesn't mean you're forgiven.
Spiritual fantasies and society severed appendages the voice of desperation dictating how much is enough
Forgive the lyrics my faith denies you and take your ruint revisions
All you left me was alone
A patented barrel beneath my breasts
That heart making love to the knife on my neck
In the end I earned all my own pain
And I can't blame you for forgiving too late.
Withdrawals from denounced contributions
I wont forsake the declaration of my love for him for you anymore.
Abandoning the shelter I built to hide from the voice of light
So I can open up the eyes of my heart
To dipict the face that lies behind the embers.
To ignite the fire that miserably forces me to forbear the only thing I've ever wanted in this life.
I love him.
My mourning soul is his possession....
I forgive you!
I forgive you!
I FORGIVE YOU...
I hate myself for it....
But,
I forgive me.
Self loathing abuse from mystical sympathy.
Hostile harmony dwells in the silence where my need for you doesn't want you anymore
I've never really said it before
I hate myself for my willingness to love you
You deceased extinction taught me how to love him
A fateful departure from the martyred bruising's
Everlasting love brings forth my resignation
This dedication is my goodbye.
You tell me >.>
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god
this is the kinda stuff thats so good it makes me want to stop writing like seriously i can never come close to your use of language
again so much powerful emotion caputured brilliantly
just fucking amazing
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AWWWWWWWW!!!
Don't stop writing. I understand the desire to, there are some poets and poetess' that have given me that feeling. But I like your work and it would be a shame not to have it around or coming. Please don't stop it. And, I like to change things up. I never feel the same emotion the same way, the job of the poet is not to invent new emotions or even describe them, it is to take the old ones and express them like you're the only one who has ever felt them, redefine them....give definition to them for those who don't understand what they are feeling. Thank you so much for the generous comments, yet again.
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wow - no really WOW
sorry you have gone through such torment, but glad it has brought you such a great gift - you have an incredible ability to weave words that reach deep into the heart of the reader. I relate to a lot of this poem as I try to forgive the sins of my parents.
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Thank you.
The torment is the worst in the mind. O.O;;! I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry you can relate to this. If you ever need a friend, or just someone to talk to, don't be a stranger. Thank you for your kind words, time, and applause.
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I feel for you, my dear..I feel your anguish..The way you describe your torment is astonishing You reak of raw talent..keep writing..your words are special.I will help you in any way I can..One bit of advise..Shorten the length of your poems,,..You need to keep the readers attention..Too long a poem can lose the reader..Only a suggestion, but consider it..ok?? congrats on this poem
John
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Hmmm...Thank you.
I'm sorry if the reason you can feel for me is from personal experience. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Thank you for the compliment on my talent, again. I've been through some shit, but I'm making it out and using poetry to guide my way. If I were to shorten my poetry, there would be no point in my writing. This is who I am. I'm sorry if you feel like I lost your attention in this read. I will consider your suggestion though and perhaps in the future branch out from my lengthy style.
I appreciate the read, comment, critique, and applause.
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Powerful poem. I agree with T-Dizzle. Incredibly profound.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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O.O;;
Thank you very much!!!!
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I agre with him.. her..that person below me, that was an outstanding poem, for sho. ;o
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Thank you so much!! :P!
I appreciate that.
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This poem is why I love this site. My god man! You're only 16 and you wrote something this profound. When I was your age I couldn't touch your talent. There are a few things that could be corrected in this piece such as minor spelling but for the most part and I do mean the MOST part....this is amazing! Thank you so much for sharing this poem. You officially rock! Keep up the good writing.
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Aww, Thank you!
I am only 16, but mentally..I am not. I was forced to grow up a long time ago....
I appreciate this comment, and the read. I'll get right on those errors though, thanks for informing me. I can be inattentive during creative bursts...>.>
And don't thank me...this is why I write. Thank you, so much, for the read, comment, and applause.
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Wow, the imagery and emotion in this is vibrant, it's perfect as it is. In the beginning you seemed so muddled and confused and lost, then it all boiled down to a life changing epiphany. Amazing write.
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Thank You So Very Much!
When you say I'm confused in the beginning does that mean it's choppy and incomplete? And thank you for taking the time to read! -
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Oh no, it means the emotion of the character was, What am I doing? What has my life become? Why is this happening?
You know what I mean? But by the end, you have discovered your path.
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