Untitled... Again. -.-

[xunpredictablel]

|Title| Untitled
|Rating| PG13
|Notes| It's... Not about Chris. Amazingly.. >>

There you are
disguised in flesh, in blood.
Your eyes, they fall upon me
and lock.

And then you look right through me
to linger with the pain and
I can softly whisper your
broken-hearted promises.

Your hands find mine- they're hopeful.
Gripping me with strength.
'please don't leave me dangling - I've never been on a cliff
this high
before.'

Pink rose petals rain like water
down on us and his feet find rock.
I pull him up towards me- anticipation so great it is fear.

And it is a long second before...

He throws himself on straightened land and pulls me to his arms
envelops me with worried kisses everywhere but my lips
finally finding worthiness in his heart to come to me.
His eyes, alight with hope- anew!
'I'll take care of you.'

I look at him, my eyes guarded as if I am a child with a stranger.
But oh, I am no child and he is no stranger.
We fall together on this grass so sweet! So green!
The blades tickling our faces.

The sun is shining upon us-
our features alight with the light cast only upon happiness.
The air is twinkling with our smiles, our laughter.
A silkscreen haze - for surely reality is not so.
But oh, it seems so with you.

I can clearly remember a night that we fell down as lovers and
rose up as lovers? friends?
I want you for more than innocent love
but the innocent is oh, oh so appealing.
'I'll never make you do
anything you don't want to.'

I swear, I never knew you
until I knew you.
I think I never saw you
'til you whispered my name.
I think I never loved you
until I felt Love die.

You pulled me into a dance and one we know so well.
A dance as US; as whatevers.
We don't need to be labeled to be.
For how can you label a love
so spontaneous and pure
so weightless like a feather
that it could be gone the next day?

There is a light beneath you
(ironic- a light for a light)
and it drags me so close that
your arms are at my fingertips and your lips
are a whisper away.

Our doors were all closed
Our backs together in fear
'Twas then we noticed the window
and walked to it.

The light was pure, innocent - a sacrosanctity..
And it fell on us.

[Panda]

See, this poem, is what the others all had underneath them, but this time you just let it out. It is absolutly incredible to read somthing like this at the end of a long day. I promiss I will put an actual responce to your poems up (maybe not the one you asked me about, its a bit personal to post an analasis of it on here, but you have already heard it, and it was for you after all.) But I have actulay had things to do -.- what a drag. today was so, perfect, almost as much as the day before. Only 3 hrs of today were bad, and thats still great. ummm wow, this is like spam >.> ill stop now.

[xunpredictablel]

|Title| Pt. 2
|Rating| R


But what happens when night falls?

The monsters come and dance about! round and round my bed
Your arms retreat cowardly as they cover up my head.
I reach for you with fingertips, terror etched in my eyes.
Apologies tint your eyes as you back out of the room and
Shut
the
Door.

And I SCREAM as they nip my nose and fingertips
My weapon too far away
Would I even have strength to dial the phone and ignore my betrayal?
His loving voice would answer and frighten them away.

But no- I deserve this, and I let them play their game.

You'll be back tomorrow,
with sympathy in your eyes.
I'll turn around and face the wall-
allow your hands at my waste, but notice my grimace.

The monsters cackle ominously as I retreat to my native dream
of dancing trees and quiet fires as I sleep on rotting leaves.
I imagine the pine straw tickling me as they press pins to my sinful spaces.
As they drag a razor across my hips, a moan tumbled from my lips.
They realize that it pleasured me and threw it acrost
the floor.

They licked my ears and hips and lips as they pull my hair too far back.
They tie my wrists to bedposts and bite all down my body.
I scream, and they relish the sound.
They whisper dreadful things in my ears.
"Whore - should we warn men?"
"Selfish bitch"
"You deserve even worse than this."

And I cry his name - I scream his name through
unrelenting torture.
Yet he does not come and they do not relent.
When day breaks,

I breathe my relief sigh
And pull myself from the bed,
covered in tender bruises.
I stumble to the blade and drag it acrost my skin

Everywhere, everywhere.

Can they go away?
Seems positive if I dig too

Deep.