Post by xunpredictablel on Sept 20, 2010 19:06:39 GMT -5
your fingertips wrench over me ,
like the cracked leaves -
the tree's fingertips , a nymphet in
tumultuous disguise .
she whispers your name , thick with
luxurious , sybaritic tones that
wreck your already tortured soul .
the wind rips through the nymphet's
tearing hair , she screams and reaches
up bending branches for arms , her
leaf tips brushing her forest green strands
back , your shaking fingers touch the
glittered threads . it feels like fire
underneath your skin - can you feel
the passion of your million years?
you've lived your life for you
now live it for her .
but then your dedication runs
your skin taut across your trembling
cheekbones . i reach out to touch them and
she screams a wretched scream -
i cower beneath my hands , as if
they will shield me from her
raging fury .
i used to taste you - kiss your
shining lips and wander through
your blackest secrets .
i could taste them ,
just there ,
underneath your bitter
spit .
why they call it
quivering
i will never know
because you weren't shaking.
you were seizing - your body was an
earthquake , she had left
you in the freezing cold of the
torturous forest , the riotous trees
giggling around you ,
ominously reaching their limbs over and around you.
as if you were
eternally caged
but you're only caged
within your own limits
and your own mind .
could you break free ? your
only answer is the solace you
find in the nymphet's pleasured
sigh.
i close my testing eyes , and as i do
there is an image of you,
screaming and crying and red
crimson streaks of red reach down your face from
your tear ducts , your fingertips are
drenched with a purple bruise .
can you taste the ivory - the metallic ivory
dripping off your chin ? my hand reaches up,
a drop of the crimson , crimson red piles
quickly , like a waterfall , onto my shaking
fingernail . your eyes beg for
release , and i can do no such
torturing thing .
i awake but your tongue is still
forked like a snake's . your eyes are still
tainted with that gleaming red , where
did the demon within you break free ?
i can reach inside with my
metaphysical hands and pull you
back together , sew you with my
unsteady fingers , but your deadening eyes
don't see the pain of the procedure
nor my sloppy stitches of careless affection
that inch you back together
a silent solemnity at a time .
the nymphet turns black underneath your palms
you think you're healing her
but you're sucking out your innocence ,
your whiteness ,
your core ,
life energy
to yield a no such result in her trembling arms.
please think twice before you
die in her beautiful honor .
she won't die , my darling .
she will live forever , ever sucking
the life out of the likes of people
like you.
please , reach out your cowering hand and
let me pull you up from that hole
that you call home.
i want you to come Home .
i can drag you if you need me to .
remember ?
there were plains that we swore
the strings of too-long grass were really
the golden hair of a cherub , lingering
beneath the earth , just too far for our
grubby fingers to be unable to pry
remember ?
the porch - swing where we swayed
and thought of the other days that lurched with
too- sweet lemonade and the smell
of our father's sweat , always lurking
beneath the floorboards, his blood
pouring through the veins of the walls .
remember ?
the wrenching smell of mother making
her fattening breakfast , insisting we
needed our calories - we are , in fact ,
growing "younguns" and we played
all day underneath the loving sun ,
which licked our legs with a darkened
tongue of gold . we reveled in turning
golden . do you remember ?
but i wish we had been silver , because
you would remember the silver .
you always remembered the less best
because it worked harder,
do you remember that ?
maybe you don't even remember
yourself anymore.
she has you under her mesmerizing spell
and you aren't you until you break away from it,
your fingers will be numb, your toes and nose will be
numb until you wrench her hands from your bruised
wrists.
numb until you bruise your wretched lips against my wretched lips.
call to me until your voice goes, silenced .
and my ears go - forever unhearing
unless it's towards your aching voice ,
secretly whispering my name , desperately ,
moaning it in your sleep .
groaning - your arms shake as if you cannot
free yourself from something ,
your cages are only cages
if you do not try to break free .
she has knots , now , plaguing her once - perfect
skinbark . she has a thinned voice - she strained
to whisper , and barely your eyes were dreamy . i
could tell that her beckoning was wearing thinner ,
she was losing that utter connection to you
and i almost was scared as to what would happen
if she broke you free , if you did not break of your own
accord.
could i whisper all these advises to you ? i can't , i can't .
of your own
accord.
licking . she licks the lobe of your ear as you turn to me.
your arms are held up with chains encircling them ,
and i reach forward to encircle you .
but she pushes me backwards
backwards
backwards.
into the darkness.
but there is something here, with me.
a beckoning .
a siren.
an alarm .
i back away quietly ,
i vow
i cannot stay myself
like you could.
commitment is to
wrenching my arm behind me,
gluing it the the other side of me ,
pulling , forever pulling me
from my typical ,
my human nature.
i cannot.
cannot.
CANNOT.
i try to climb the walls , but my fingernails
are cracked and unhelpful .
my hands are cut like paper
by the knife-like rocks jutting from
the ominous cloud of nothing
above me .
am i scared ? no .
i have no fear for
pain.
all my fear is held in your
blank stare that i see
everywhere
everywhere .
i find a hidden passage - barely wide enough for
my small frame to
squeeze through ,
i am claustrophobic and i feel
silent tears thrown against my cheekbones .
i bite back my gasps and take
my time , inching through
the passage and away from my
lover , my tumbler . my knight
that could pick me up and
take me from the confusion that you
seem to present
at every turn.
instead i crawl , i crawl ,
creeping , parasitic ,
slithering ,
sliding tenderly like i am a snail lubricating
my way through .
the sunlight blinds me and i curse it.
i curse it, i do .
and i fear not smiting . i have been smitten and
you have been taken . she grins an awful grin
and i pull myself from the comfortable ground -
i find you curled into a ball ,
blood dripping from your
locked blond curls.
you whisper my name
and your hands are in MY
locked blonde curls.
your grey-blue eyes are fixed on
MINE.
your fingertips trace the line from my neck
to my collarbone.
trembling , but unafraid .
your lips are inches from mine ,
i am dizzy from the scent of you,
just you. no cologne . just the pure
scent
of you.
you were wrong.
this is everything i wanted
i care not that you cannot think ,
that you are merely desperate
for affection that the nymphet wrenched
away from you .
i tumble out of my wonderworld .
i am sitting in front of my mirror ,
it is silver like mercury , if i touched it
i swear it would melt my fingertips and bobble ,
just barely . wobbling .
alice-esque , i touch my cheekbones
to affirm that i am real.
i look at my face
to affirm that it is there,
that it still exists and so do i .
but it doesn't . i am faceless,
a white canvas has taken the place
of everything i was , and i am not scared
because what is life if not to reinvent and
recreate what we consider to be perfect ,
so we can learn,
so that we can acquire perfection in another
being .
like the cracked leaves -
the tree's fingertips , a nymphet in
tumultuous disguise .
she whispers your name , thick with
luxurious , sybaritic tones that
wreck your already tortured soul .
the wind rips through the nymphet's
tearing hair , she screams and reaches
up bending branches for arms , her
leaf tips brushing her forest green strands
back , your shaking fingers touch the
glittered threads . it feels like fire
underneath your skin - can you feel
the passion of your million years?
you've lived your life for you
now live it for her .
but then your dedication runs
your skin taut across your trembling
cheekbones . i reach out to touch them and
she screams a wretched scream -
i cower beneath my hands , as if
they will shield me from her
raging fury .
i used to taste you - kiss your
shining lips and wander through
your blackest secrets .
i could taste them ,
just there ,
underneath your bitter
spit .
why they call it
quivering
i will never know
because you weren't shaking.
you were seizing - your body was an
earthquake , she had left
you in the freezing cold of the
torturous forest , the riotous trees
giggling around you ,
ominously reaching their limbs over and around you.
as if you were
eternally caged
but you're only caged
within your own limits
and your own mind .
could you break free ? your
only answer is the solace you
find in the nymphet's pleasured
sigh.
i close my testing eyes , and as i do
there is an image of you,
screaming and crying and red
crimson streaks of red reach down your face from
your tear ducts , your fingertips are
drenched with a purple bruise .
can you taste the ivory - the metallic ivory
dripping off your chin ? my hand reaches up,
a drop of the crimson , crimson red piles
quickly , like a waterfall , onto my shaking
fingernail . your eyes beg for
release , and i can do no such
torturing thing .
i awake but your tongue is still
forked like a snake's . your eyes are still
tainted with that gleaming red , where
did the demon within you break free ?
i can reach inside with my
metaphysical hands and pull you
back together , sew you with my
unsteady fingers , but your deadening eyes
don't see the pain of the procedure
nor my sloppy stitches of careless affection
that inch you back together
a silent solemnity at a time .
the nymphet turns black underneath your palms
you think you're healing her
but you're sucking out your innocence ,
your whiteness ,
your core ,
life energy
to yield a no such result in her trembling arms.
please think twice before you
die in her beautiful honor .
she won't die , my darling .
she will live forever , ever sucking
the life out of the likes of people
like you.
please , reach out your cowering hand and
let me pull you up from that hole
that you call home.
i want you to come Home .
i can drag you if you need me to .
remember ?
there were plains that we swore
the strings of too-long grass were really
the golden hair of a cherub , lingering
beneath the earth , just too far for our
grubby fingers to be unable to pry
remember ?
the porch - swing where we swayed
and thought of the other days that lurched with
too- sweet lemonade and the smell
of our father's sweat , always lurking
beneath the floorboards, his blood
pouring through the veins of the walls .
remember ?
the wrenching smell of mother making
her fattening breakfast , insisting we
needed our calories - we are , in fact ,
growing "younguns" and we played
all day underneath the loving sun ,
which licked our legs with a darkened
tongue of gold . we reveled in turning
golden . do you remember ?
but i wish we had been silver , because
you would remember the silver .
you always remembered the less best
because it worked harder,
do you remember that ?
maybe you don't even remember
yourself anymore.
she has you under her mesmerizing spell
and you aren't you until you break away from it,
your fingers will be numb, your toes and nose will be
numb until you wrench her hands from your bruised
wrists.
numb until you bruise your wretched lips against my wretched lips.
call to me until your voice goes, silenced .
and my ears go - forever unhearing
unless it's towards your aching voice ,
secretly whispering my name , desperately ,
moaning it in your sleep .
groaning - your arms shake as if you cannot
free yourself from something ,
your cages are only cages
if you do not try to break free .
she has knots , now , plaguing her once - perfect
skinbark . she has a thinned voice - she strained
to whisper , and barely your eyes were dreamy . i
could tell that her beckoning was wearing thinner ,
she was losing that utter connection to you
and i almost was scared as to what would happen
if she broke you free , if you did not break of your own
accord.
could i whisper all these advises to you ? i can't , i can't .
of your own
accord.
licking . she licks the lobe of your ear as you turn to me.
your arms are held up with chains encircling them ,
and i reach forward to encircle you .
but she pushes me backwards
backwards
backwards.
into the darkness.
but there is something here, with me.
a beckoning .
a siren.
an alarm .
i back away quietly ,
i vow
i cannot stay myself
like you could.
commitment is to
wrenching my arm behind me,
gluing it the the other side of me ,
pulling , forever pulling me
from my typical ,
my human nature.
i cannot.
cannot.
CANNOT.
i try to climb the walls , but my fingernails
are cracked and unhelpful .
my hands are cut like paper
by the knife-like rocks jutting from
the ominous cloud of nothing
above me .
am i scared ? no .
i have no fear for
pain.
all my fear is held in your
blank stare that i see
everywhere
everywhere .
i find a hidden passage - barely wide enough for
my small frame to
squeeze through ,
i am claustrophobic and i feel
silent tears thrown against my cheekbones .
i bite back my gasps and take
my time , inching through
the passage and away from my
lover , my tumbler . my knight
that could pick me up and
take me from the confusion that you
seem to present
at every turn.
instead i crawl , i crawl ,
creeping , parasitic ,
slithering ,
sliding tenderly like i am a snail lubricating
my way through .
the sunlight blinds me and i curse it.
i curse it, i do .
and i fear not smiting . i have been smitten and
you have been taken . she grins an awful grin
and i pull myself from the comfortable ground -
i find you curled into a ball ,
blood dripping from your
locked blond curls.
you whisper my name
and your hands are in MY
locked blonde curls.
your grey-blue eyes are fixed on
MINE.
your fingertips trace the line from my neck
to my collarbone.
trembling , but unafraid .
your lips are inches from mine ,
i am dizzy from the scent of you,
just you. no cologne . just the pure
scent
of you.
you were wrong.
this is everything i wanted
i care not that you cannot think ,
that you are merely desperate
for affection that the nymphet wrenched
away from you .
i tumble out of my wonderworld .
i am sitting in front of my mirror ,
it is silver like mercury , if i touched it
i swear it would melt my fingertips and bobble ,
just barely . wobbling .
alice-esque , i touch my cheekbones
to affirm that i am real.
i look at my face
to affirm that it is there,
that it still exists and so do i .
but it doesn't . i am faceless,
a white canvas has taken the place
of everything i was , and i am not scared
because what is life if not to reinvent and
recreate what we consider to be perfect ,
so we can learn,
so that we can acquire perfection in another
being .