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Aching, breaking, shaking
(faking).
But honey, you made me
yours for the taking.
tumbleweeds clung
to my eyelashes and teeth,
so brittle and bitter that I
couldn't speak.
so when you swept away
the debris, I
fell hard, and now we're
stumbling -
Singing, winging, flinging,
(stinging).
But darling, I can't take
you are bringing.
cobwebs tangled
in my hair and nails,
so itchy, sticky, and I
thrashed in my sleep.
so when you brushed
out the knots and burls, I
thought you were the smoothest
thing I have ever seen -
Wanting, flaunting, taunting
(daunting).
But sweetheart, I'm not worth
this tender haunting.
dust settled
over my skin and lips,
and I choked and coughed along
with attic-bound dolls.
so when you took me down and
claimed me as yours, I
forgot that I
am mine.
(this gritty sweetness helps me sleep,
but I can't promise this is for keeps.)
(faking).
But honey, you made me
yours for the taking.
tumbleweeds clung
to my eyelashes and teeth,
so brittle and bitter that I
couldn't speak.
so when you swept away
the debris, I
fell hard, and now we're
stumbling -
Singing, winging, flinging,
(stinging).
But darling, I can't take
you are bringing.
cobwebs tangled
in my hair and nails,
so itchy, sticky, and I
thrashed in my sleep.
so when you brushed
out the knots and burls, I
thought you were the smoothest
thing I have ever seen -
Wanting, flaunting, taunting
(daunting).
But sweetheart, I'm not worth
this tender haunting.
dust settled
over my skin and lips,
and I choked and coughed along
with attic-bound dolls.
so when you took me down and
claimed me as yours, I
forgot that I
am mine.
(this gritty sweetness helps me sleep,
but I can't promise this is for keeps.)
Literature
To The Monster In My Head: This Is Your Last Poem
I know you are there, we have met before.
I know what you did to me and I know, I let you. There was no one that could see you, but me.
Once again you are creeping out of the darkness. You´re gripping onto me again.
I have learned to cry silently and hide my tears so they were never seen.
I´ll cover your pelt in flames,
Set your hollow face into frames
And hang them on the wall
I am going to show them all
The monster inside me
What you are, what I used to be.
It used to hurt when you bite;
My only way to scream was to write...
But today, no song will save you. No poem will be silent rescue.
I will shout. I will cal
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that girl named Sarah
how could I forget you?
It would be like the diamond forgetting the concrete which pressed it into luminescence;
like a butterfly forgetting the cocoon in which metamorphisized;
or like a star denying the sovereignty of its motherly galaxy--
How could I forget you?
No matter where we go from here,
Or what your image in my head may fade or smudge into,
or how incoincided my memory of you from the actual you may become,
or how your name may dissipate from my memory,
or what may come next in your divinely authored biography,
or which people your narrative may bring you with interlockingly,
how could I forget that pale g
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Fallen star/ Girl of the dream
I want a ticket to anywhere
With a girl who would dare
To challenge reality...
Someone who would sit
And simply see
Who I am,
Who I can be...
A girl with the most beautiful eyes
The universe has seen
Where only truth radiates
Eyes that see through all the lies...
A adventurous spirit
Who can see beyond this world
Into the vastness untold
Of the pages that be...
A soul free of the city ties
Of the chains that weigh us down
Free from all the tries
To be someone in town...
Of the softest hair
Waving like the ocean
Without the slightest care
Drifting slowly to somewhere
A girl with a huge heart
That does have a part
Solely for me
Just there
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Borne from a bad day, a difficult decision, and a single, angsty, bitter moment.
Reflects my current mood and reality, but take what you read with a grain of salt. In the end, I'm content, and that's all I can ask for. But sometimes I can't help but crave a little more.
Hooray crypticness!
Comments, questions, critiques, favorites, etc - always greatly appreciated.
Enjoy?
1 - What works in this poem? What doesn't?
2 - Does the format prevent the poem from flowing well?
3 - Favorite image or line? Least favorite image or line?
4 - Do you have any other suggestions on how this piece could be improved?
Thanks!
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Borne from a bad day, a difficult decision, and a single, angsty, bitter moment.
Reflects my current mood and reality, but take what you read with a grain of salt. In the end, I'm content, and that's all I can ask for. But sometimes I can't help but crave a little more.
Hooray crypticness!
Comments, questions, critiques, favorites, etc - always greatly appreciated.
Enjoy?
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The picture you create in this poem is both horrifying yet beautiful at the same time. I love the comparisons and the use of imagery in this, especially the part about the cobwebs.
The addition of the words in parentheses really makes this piece different, in a very good way. It's nice how sometimes such simple things can add so much depth to a poem.
I really can't find a thing I dislike about this poem- very well done!
The picture you create in this poem is both horrifying yet beautiful at the same time. I love the comparisons and the use of imagery in this, especially the part about the cobwebs.
The addition of the words in parentheses really makes this piece different, in a very good way. It's nice how sometimes such simple things can add so much depth to a poem.
I really can't find a thing I dislike about this poem- very well done!