Post by xunpredictablel on Sept 22, 2009 19:03:16 GMT -5
|TITLE| 9/22/09
|RATING| PG13
|THEME| Angst-
|NOTES| some mature content. I know the capitalization isn't the best and I apologize, but that's how I write my poetry.
reach OUT to me- fall down ON my knees . . .
your body shakes intentionally.-
hold out your hands and take from me my safety. take from me, my pain.
stuck in a wasteland- blizzard - covered with white and tainted red from my hips - a constant reminder of the pain - of the regret. your hands fall on me and silence the screams. silence - the dreams must go as well.
terror. passion-ridden but rotten- it atrophies through my skin - YOU'RE the poison that terrifies me so- creeping with your new friend ever so slowly as a nuisance.
what's wrong with you? you were there encouraging the blades to my hips- how does that make you feel? you were guiding the steel that begs for crimson.
do you remember the trees? we danced through them. do you remember the sweet, sweet water? we made love against its waves. do you remember the music? the notes died- muted with our love (lost).
you're bold. you came to my sanction with a newfound love - looked at me and my twisted features. tears begging to flow at your betrayal.
your eyes on her were unrelenting -
his hands on me were prideful - bragging .
you brought her to a home that once was a comfort to me. but now the walls are stained green and orange, cracks and breaks more noticeable than ever. all I can see are the imperfections and infections.
-like your eyes.
you stared- I guess monitoring how i'd take it. - well I'll be honest. I was wavering down a never ending hallway with red-black walls (once red but tainted with death); this used to be a part of me but cobwebs are in the corners and weeds are in the ground- the carpet.
I knew you knew the unfamiliar hurt in my eyes. I caught your eye and stared, hoping the pain resonated through the room - i shook my head and looked away. holding that embrace for too long would be too taxing .
falling away's relaxing.
hunger is something to focus on so I drench away the food.
the cuts are full and whispering under my clothes.
demons are there- black against my white. you tainted my purity with your grey.
you've done so many things to me- of course you'd die this way . . .
|RATING| PG13
|THEME| Angst-
|NOTES| some mature content. I know the capitalization isn't the best and I apologize, but that's how I write my poetry.
reach OUT to me- fall down ON my knees . . .
your body shakes intentionally.-
hold out your hands and take from me my safety. take from me, my pain.
stuck in a wasteland- blizzard - covered with white and tainted red from my hips - a constant reminder of the pain - of the regret. your hands fall on me and silence the screams. silence - the dreams must go as well.
terror. passion-ridden but rotten- it atrophies through my skin - YOU'RE the poison that terrifies me so- creeping with your new friend ever so slowly as a nuisance.
what's wrong with you? you were there encouraging the blades to my hips- how does that make you feel? you were guiding the steel that begs for crimson.
do you remember the trees? we danced through them. do you remember the sweet, sweet water? we made love against its waves. do you remember the music? the notes died- muted with our love (lost).
you're bold. you came to my sanction with a newfound love - looked at me and my twisted features. tears begging to flow at your betrayal.
your eyes on her were unrelenting -
his hands on me were prideful - bragging .
you brought her to a home that once was a comfort to me. but now the walls are stained green and orange, cracks and breaks more noticeable than ever. all I can see are the imperfections and infections.
-like your eyes.
you stared- I guess monitoring how i'd take it. - well I'll be honest. I was wavering down a never ending hallway with red-black walls (once red but tainted with death); this used to be a part of me but cobwebs are in the corners and weeds are in the ground- the carpet.
I knew you knew the unfamiliar hurt in my eyes. I caught your eye and stared, hoping the pain resonated through the room - i shook my head and looked away. holding that embrace for too long would be too taxing .
falling away's relaxing.
hunger is something to focus on so I drench away the food.
the cuts are full and whispering under my clothes.
demons are there- black against my white. you tainted my purity with your grey.
you've done so many things to me- of course you'd die this way . . .