"Wrong" Hey there, my lovely Queen. Don't you know you were right about me? I'm neither nightmare, Nor wonderful dream. Just one more thing You've barely seen. "Loser" Label me in your heart, As the best bad person you'll ever meet. I'm your champion loser, First place on your hit-list, Last place in your hearts. The greatest horrible thing To ever happen. The prettiest ugly girl, You'll ever meet. Yes, that's me. "Throw Me Down" I'll sell myself on feathered wings of angels, Throw myself from pure-gold towers Stab myself with silver knives Just to avoid you And your sacred lies. "Lie, Ignorance, Bliss, Lie." Love is blindness, now I see your eyes - Torn to ribbons by this love. But it is not love; It is ignorance. They tell you ignorance is bliss, That in itself tells you they are ignorant. As ignorant as you. But you know the truth. It's hiding in your shredded eyes, And tiny heart. Yes you know. You only pretend. So tell me! In your pretence of ignorance, Are you blissful now? I know the answer; The answer is no. It's another thing hidden in your blind eyes, In a heart the size of a mustard seed. Misery. "Sight" I am the perfect illusionist You only see what I show you. Nothing more, nothing less. I play tricks with you, And you don't even know. Because... I am your sight! "Graphic Image Number Three" The hand, so large and powerful, Collecting towers, In what would seem to be - A cigarette box? This nameless, godlike hand Going to take the buildings down No one could stop him. They wouldn't even try. No. He giveth, and he taketh away. But who was this hand, to play God? Collecting buildings as if they were toys, Making a bare landscape... "Is This Denial, or Sarcasm?" Can you purify me? Another lost soul, Heart black as coal, But you can't see. You see only my outside Just another teen Don't know where I've been, My appearance has lied. You see, I'm not what I seem, I'm bitter, You shiver, And yet on you dream. "I'm Warning You (Truthful)" You can't erase what's been done, You can't take back what's been said. From your mistakes you can't run, They're in the back of your head. "The End." Walk across a floor, Fingers shaking, trying to hold your gun steady, Point it at your lover, Now it's time to pull the trigger! This is how it's gonna end. She's looking at you. You're the only one she sees, In this crowded room. Everyone freezes but you only see her, A tear falls but you just nod your head. This is how it's gonna end. That silver bullet flies It meets your lover. Now she's bleeding - can you blame her? But this is life. This is how we deal with lovers. Yeah, this is how it's gonna end. Um, feedback would be appreciated, both good and bad please. Honest opinions only hah... Thank you.
since you have such excellent taste in poetry (**wink**) i thought i should read your thoughts. IMO "Wrong" and "Throw Me Down" are the best of your better poems. very good indeed.
