Little girl, on the swing, carried by the wind, blue ribbons flying around
Do you see the smile, no, it's not the smile, something else is hidden, inside
Hold me, wrap me up inside
A fragile little soul...
The Swing is broken, as it was many times before, and memories dissapear, in the air, they fly above, and leave me, I pray
I am happy, am I, really, like it or not
Hold me, wrap me up inside, I am fragile, I am the star
The Swing has fallen down, on the ground, and I carry the pieces, to the sky,
It's too much of a burden, and my back hurts
Oh God, it hurts so bad, my bones shatter, like a glass, and they cut up the grass, it's bleeding, green, to the sky, and now the sky is shedding tears, like a vomit of green-yellow huge fluorescent mass,
Smothering me, knotting me up inside
Wrap me, wrap me up to hide, in a box
And carry me around like a present, I want mind
The swing I carry around, it never existed, it was never around, but how come I remember it then?,
I talk nonsense, but would you listen, please? How come you don't see? It's heavy, and my back hurts,
Oh God, it hurts so bad, and my bones are broken, they cut me up inside
Right through my intestines up to the bile, leaving down the scars that don't go away, and all the insides are spreading out, like a disease, it's sick, it's screaming out in a cry, and it's spitting all over me
I am disgusted
Oh hold me, hold me tight around
It's cold in here, I am a hot bright yellow star, and the water is wet, it feels so greasy, and it's slimey as snot
Don't crawl, don't crawl inside me, don't search for me, you won't find me, coz' it's too messy in there, it's a labirint with no way out
If you're searching for escape and you're scared, somewhere else is the exit, not here, it's a place with no way out
A one way highway to my head
A one way highway to my hell
Oh hold me, wrap me up inside, A fragile glass, a box with a stop sign!
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This is a very unique poem...I love the tones of darkness and it also has a gross description of the poet's life...one glitch..laberint needs to be labyrinth...
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I love this poem, mostly because I can relate to the feelings expressed here. As well, I love that you steered away; FAR, far away; from the cliche, "joe smith doesn't like me, i'm so depressed and must die for his love" that seems to have become popular among the "emo" crowd. This is written intelligently and with some excellent mental-images, my favourites being these:
"Hold me, wrap me up inside, I am fragile, I am the star..."
"...all the insides are spreading out, like a disease, it's sick, it's screaming out in a cry, and it's spitting all over me..."
"Don't crawl, don't crawl inside me...too messy in there."
I am a huge fan of your inappropriately-gross and graphic imagery because they make this piece beautiful. Most writers fail in this department because they either don't have a vocabulary like yours, or because they fall into the cliche, but... I'd quite like to know where this monster of a muse came from.
If you ever need to talk, just let me know. Excellent work, and keep writing!

Laura
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