I smiled. I laughed. Your pain was nothing. Your pleas rang in my ear. Your fingers like ice scratched at me... As the orange sun sinks, hiding in the back of my mind I closed my eyes and let myself burn My torn flesh beneath bandages of joy My smile glued perfectly on a glass sculpture Sing to me, those lies Carve onto me your reason A feeling to finally live Go die. An attempt of self-satisfaction Certain hell-- your smirk stained with an empty stare All along it had been my reflection. --- I can't write happy poems for some reason. Haha. ._.
Another one: I sit in silence to watch time fly. Dust forms among my motionless body. We understand seconds make minutes, making hours, years... I understand as endless counting, memories of a time before. and so i wait. You told me we can find paths to the other side. That's what you told me, isn't it? So with a dream in one hand, reality in the other. I release one with dirt-crusted fingers. and so i open my eyes. Lost, alone. I can't see anymore. Darkness a neverending vision. Where is your pride, i wonder? you laugh in a far-away land. and spit lies in my face. Your lies turn to tears down my cheek Still one of my hands are closed tight. It is a dream of a better place a dream of peaceful santuaries or where time does not matter But i am still counting, you see. Swallowing the darkness, your lies, and sounds of a ticking clock.
ANOTHER ONE 0: Erupting, the most delicate flower in bloom. Speaking to me, dragging me nearer... The rhythm of your fingers, hypnotizing Lurring me into a state of deep gloom. Perhaps those very strings, singing, Imitate strands of your golden hair Your touch a long lost memory, those mocking strings, Dreading my lonesome longing. When the delicate flowers of song, Swaying, beautiful in it's youth, Dies away with the music inside Your sad face may soon be gone. Glowing green eyes that have burned with mourn I'm the one who saw your tears turn to dust Finally, the melodic pedals die away All with forgotten sonatas of your forlorn. --- I was reading Anne Rice novels lol
And yet another one. o.o Heat bursts in the cold of the night. A day in which leaves frayed, crushed. Smoke poured into your lungs so heavily, Icy blankets only hiding the rotting flesh. Dancing, claws grab me but i push them away. They shatter with the frozen knives. See me...fall into pools of destroyed ambition. Pushing through figures that hold their lives. The wind, a turning hope, a blooming sunday. Hands that grab that hopeless smile. Whispering thoughts that keep returning, Tossing the wishes of a gloomy snowfall... Your hands i remember, vile, nauseating. White flowers bloom and fall around me, turn red with the suffocating winter. Vulgar memories of a demented grin Chilling breath wrap around my body, chilling breath of mother. A crescent moon gleams on burning skin...chapped lips... Utter unworthy nothingness into MY eyes that spoke of evil. I still remember, faintly, Aching voices i hear, cracking, shrill. Where is your warm breath? Where is your warm breath, mother?
Art=Lies=Blind=Death Go ahead, snap away with that camera. Chains that shouldn't break, kill me...kill me... Forced to take another breath. what a shame. Life can be found, reach above and fail. Inches away, taste the grinning memories Flood in, fade away, decay within reach. In art we love, in art all hail. Leader in our eyes, genius we see. Praise the torturous lies in admiration. Feed me the withering flowers of abuse. Share them with all, with you and with me. Maggots clean up the artist's mistakes. Chew and swallow, piece by little piece. Emaciated displays of talent's devotion. A canvas painted with tears and scrapes. We watch in awe, smile into gloomy eyes. Self pity scratches at our skin. Dedicated to decomposing, tender flesh. Ignore your beautifully malnourished cries. Art=Lies=Blind=Death Go ahead, snap away with that camera. Chains that shouldn't break, kill me...kill me... Forced to take another breath. What a shame.
Rain dripping from a foggy sky fingers clenching; searching for stability When i call i'd like you to answer Calling on that blurry night (Please...) Only a few years, you are, in youth Only a few years, i am, in lost time In the midst of confusion And when i call you'd answer a drop of rain in a pure white palm exchanging glances, silence Tears like that delicate rain, gently fall against rushing pain; stinging Thinking, it will change, prosper Thinking, you are safe In the midst of horror And when i call i hear spraying water a drop of rain turns red in your palm I lose sight, gasping Trapped in the white air Drowning in the black waters without calls, without answers suffocating in our neverending battle.
