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Wrote this originally for the RSTL.. Then revised it a little bit... I want to revisit this piece and revise it again, so was curious to see some more feedback before I begin
Too Manic I’m not kept together, I’m just neatly packaged These eyes have bled tears that smiles blanket And no one knows, and no one hears ‘cause I won’t tell… the end is near… I am not a whole person, I am broken into grains Wind blew away parts of me that don’t remain My head is in a noose that my heart drew taut And my mind is scarred in ways that people should not – be So… Slide down… from the wall to the ground… Knees to my forehead, fingertips form a crown… And now?... it’s the ending of this… One last clenched fist and then… Hello bliss… Shut these eyes into slits like sliced wrists, I’m going home Embrace the ice kiss of steel tips, to ticks of a metronome I’m standing on the tip of a matchstick - with a sandpaper soul That I wear under my feet, got a habit of dragging my soles I can’t tread the slightest distance without suffering a fire My life’s been a wick dipped in kerosene, unraveling for a lighter So I press these needles into veins that look like streets on a map They pinpoint me along a road trip, I’m just following the path I’m on my way… ETA? End of today – go Transit is convenient when I’m my own scapegoat Blood trickles down in beads, forming rivers - thin Puncture wounds sting from perspiration that coats my skin I muster up - half a grin - at the irony of the predicament They say life isn’t for us to take, so I guess that this is petty theft Cause I’m not worth half a cent, my networth is fraudulent They gawk at my accomplishments, but that shit is all meaningless The mood has gotten ominous, I’m at that point where I am optionless And even if I had choices, I’d have nothing to weigh them with I’m a broken instrument... staining this house, a broken pen This will be a slow death...... Daybreak... the sun creeped in through the blinds And shed a tear as it kissed my cheek for the first time... Goodbye
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