An anthology of some poetry that I wrote during some rather cliched hard times of my life. |
The Final Note: You struck the heartstrings wrong, And played a minor chord, Out of tune with broken strings, Just like i was before, From that one last symphony, The one long since decayed, An echo bounces around my bed, Of that final note you played. Charm and a Smile: The toil of life knocks upon my hardened frame, Only to release the hollow knocking of an empty vessel. My veins contain no blood, Instead mere dust and disappointment. The most I can do is nothing, Because nothing is my everything. I slip through life, As only charm and a fake smile, Clenched teeth behind cracked lips. My soul seeps away like a handful of sand, And the tighter I grip, The faster it ebbs away. That Heartbeat: Why woman, do you test me so, I long for you. I need you. And yet you reside just a heartbeat away, But a heartbeat in solitude is lengthy, For with each beat I hate myself one thousand times over, In the knowledge that we could have been, if only impatience and greed had not befallen my mind. Every day it pains me, Knowing that you are not mine. But I suffer that pain for the fear that you will leave, Leave me alone with my thumping heart. I only hope that I may rekindle that flame, That flame, in that heartbeat, That you once had for me. Alcoholic Lust: How beautiful you were, On that warm drunken night, Here today and gone tomorrow, Gripped in alcoholic lust I pined for you, While you lay beneath the sheets with another man. Forked Tongue: You spun your webs of deceit around my eyes, Blinding me, around my throat, Choking me. Around my heart, locking my love within your grasp. With your spindly limbs you cocooned me in your hate, Taking what happiness I had. Harpy, harlot, whore. I always thought I had the silver tongue, But your tongue is much worse, Your forked tongue of venom flickering out to spit lies. Dripping with menace and malice, Slipping down my throat to ensnare my soul. You were nothing but a tumor on my side, Cutting the chords of friendship, And I walk so much lighter without you, I laugh so much harder. Nothing but a parasite, Waiting to enslave any soul, Foolish enough to wonder into your lips. Twisting words and lives, You selfish bitch. And now I am free. |