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Old 10-14-2007, 04:37 PM

Childhood Metamorphosis

The radio sings, whilst i stare at you, in my cold empty room.
You return, those dull eyes staring bullets into my skin;
The flicker of a weedy eyelash eroding my soul.
Your fragile lips - vunerable but chapped with deceit.
A distorted face attatched to a frail skeleton.
Crumbling under your crippled weight;
Skin clinging to bone and heart sinking to floor.
Staring at your chest, trying to decipher your emotions;
But you have none.
Those hearts beating in sync;
Unaware of each other, but still humming the same rhythm.
You mimic me, mocking my actions; inclusive and desperate.
And I feel. I truly feel.
Patronising me into bitter sarcasm until i bleed;
You,
Only you,
Seizing the nucleus into my defeat.
My thoughts plague, until my words multiply;
A cancer of the mind.

Your understated petty soul,
Corroding the iris and depositing the pain,
Into colours and letters.
And your mouth keeps closed.
All those words you long to say,
Trapped away inside something unknown.
Just yearning to escape.
And yet you still can't admit the truth.
And it's something that wouldnt make sense to the likes of you;
Pretending that you never did leave your mothers womb.
And some day O know it will become clear.
But I haven't got the patience to wait.
That finger pointing in my direction;
Nip, Tuck, nip, tuck.
Nothing coming up to scratch.
And I feel. I truly feel.
Haunting my pupils until no light can enter;
I weep;
You,
Only You,
Muddy eyes halluncinating the truth.
An un-permeable membrane imprisoning my indentity;
My undertaker by my side.

Your limp cells, facing me:
No doubt trying to analyse my soul.
But it cannot be so.
There is no soul.
There can only be lies.
Little white words which we speak of in the night,
To cover up stains we'd much rather hide.
You think you might know me,
But you're so distant and cold.
A weakened communication;
Which cannot penetrate this glass wall.
Cracking.
Inside our foundations.
Both endorse our stubborn pride.
And it's something we cannot ignore,
Someone who wasn't there before.
And your shadow is no where in sight,
But to be fair I can never find mine.
And I feel. I truly feel.
I suppose it's only common sense.
To be that shackling thought;
Which you just cannot detatch:
You,
Only You,
Cut along my lines,
Unstich those threads we wove.
We knew it couldn't last;
Such an exploited bomb,
Just waiting to explode.

And as I retrace my steps, back across my room.
And stumble across my bed, which,
Would hold both our dooms.
You pick up the same,
Object in my hand.
The words I assembled,
Cam straight out of your mind.
Two twins with a comic suggestion,
An ideal solution,
To our months of anticipation.
So we come face to face,
At very long last,
My eye against yours,
Breathed vapour upon glass.
One shot to my head,
And one pointing to yours,
Indulge in one curdled kiss,
As we prepare,
To say our last goodbye,
Without a single hello.
As i release the tigger;
A burning surge,
In my face,
A thought entered my,
Non existent life,
And disappeared without a trace.
Inside a room.
Which was known with defiance,
Bang Bang!;
Did go the silence.

Ankko
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Old 10-14-2007, 04:38 PM

Umm cool?

Alcoholic Lollypop
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Old 10-14-2007, 04:41 PM

Beautifull. It's nice to see poetry like that. The kind that just... flows.... has meaning. uses emotion.

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Old 10-14-2007, 06:58 PM

Thanks very much to you both. :]

Heh heh i know its rather long. xD

 


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