Poetry had been a ship,
emotions an island,
and each traversing word set course
through tumultuous waves of thought.
I was never a poet,
but a sailor a l o n e,
with a heart filled with feelings
and a mind unsure of each one.
Winter brought the death of
the poplar and the oak,
leaves strewn across the bed
of this forest, barren.
I tried to wrap myself in memories
to keep warm,
but I ended up just
slipping on envy
hidden beneath black ice.
I took a sip of my drink.
"Why do we do this?"
"Because we can."
"Because we can what?"
He sneered.
"Because we can see them coming from a mile away,
Their heavy steps attracting every ravenous wolf in the area,
Screaming 'Come dine in my halls and drink with me my own wine'."
"So we eat them?"
"Not eat, but consume, like you would the air or the sun.
Every cloud and every rain drop and every last blade of grass.
Every person, place or thing you've ever known, you've consumed."
"I am the slayer of nouns."
"More than that."
I sighed.
"You scare me."
"You can't be scared of your own shadow."
He smiled.
"Do you trust me?"
Aged bark crumbles,
A tree is torn from the ground.
The forest cries and I watch,
My hand down my pants;
A grin on my face.
When the world burns,
I'll be knee deep in gasoline,
Praying for clean rains to be my salvation
From waves of fire and pain.
There is no end.
Only a beginning to this madness.
Like bamboo under finger nails
And a fillet knife between skin and muscle,
Our pain is the only biting constant
In our toothless world.
We're too young for violence
Even though we're killers.
And we're too pure for lies
Though we're a sea of sinners.
I'm waiting for a great flood.
If I get lucky, I'll be washed away.
We could be stunning,
Strangled masses slumped over
On the cold, emotionless floor.
Our throats quivering,
Eyes a flutter,
Chests taut as we are denied.
No air should pass these lips
As long as those hands rest
Wrapped around our neck.
When it rains it pours. by VampireProdigy, literature
Literature
When it rains it pours.
When it rains it pours buckets of cold water
That align perfectly with the top of your head.
Theyll collide with a splash, hiding the tears
And the snot and the pain until you can wipe it away.
Youre caught in this downpour and you mourn it
Because to you a bad day is the worst day
And theres no getting better after being pelted.
Youre swimming in an ocean of endless feelings.
None so morose as what youre feeling now,
These feelings that complete the sea you swim through.
Just as you step out the window of this sinking ship,
A light leaks in to share some semblance of understanding.
I care for
When your body is like a cashmere rug,
Expensive and well worked and perfectly kept
But you are simply there to be walked on.
My worn away heels leave you tattered,
My feet sinking into comfortable soles
While you can only absorb the shock.
I would kiss you but my lips are too far away
And Im too proud to kneel down and face you.
Im too full of sin to take your hand and forgive you.
With your perfect eyes and your nice smile,
And the way you always seemed to bring me down
To your level because like all things beneath me,
You wanted my attention.
I just keep walking, treading on you
And your satisfied arrogance.
Ho
I don't know why I avoid it for the most part.
I guess it just reminds me how dumb I am.
I've been writing a bunch, though when I'll actually share it, I'm not sure.
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