I felt that since as a very important member of my Potery Club I make feelow members share their work outside of the club that I may as well do the same.
here is a poem that no one outside of the group has seen or heard. The negative parts do pertain to someone on here, as the positive parts do to the usual person who will read this. And strangely Evan, this was done way before the issues with a Certain Arsehole, well before the new issues.
Anyways here it is.
Your words.
Cutting at me like a rusty serrated blade.
Tearing at my insides,
Till they are nothing but shreds and blood.
How dare you smile your plastic smile.
How dare you laugh your pseudo-laugh.
How dare you are like my parrot and try to mock me but with a tone of forced concern.
Can't you see my emotions spill out onto the dusty floor?
Tears burst from my eyes,
Like a floodgate released.
Choking my words back down into my throat,
And out through my pen.
I allow the ink to be spilled so that the anger that boils my blood doesn't devour you.
Take your words and eat them.
Take your lies and swallow them like the slimy worms they are,
Like you can be.
Take your gestures and shove them somewhere I can't see or feel.
As you try to comfort me,
I can't know.
I can't know if it's real.
I can't know if it's because you really "love" me as you have said.
Of if it is yet another mask you hide behind.
You say you still "love" me,
Though time has parted us.
Yet you sit there and tell everyone,
Especially me,
That you're over "my kind".
Are you filling their minds with entertaining little worms?
Or are you simply trying to play with the doll that is me and all my emotions?
Am I just some piano to jut out melody after melody,
Or are they?
I cannot know.
Nothing you can say can change that.
Maybe Time or actions can,
I do not know.
But as I wait to find out.
Your words continue to cause their damage.
My emotions bleed out.
Faster and more intense than a machine gun.
I can't keep up.
And you know what?
Yes, you still can hurt me.
Yes, I still care for you.
But there is someone I care more for.
Someone I love whome loves me.
Who does not,
And never has,
Hurt me as you now do.
Sure,
For now they are far away.
But that changes not my feelings and they joy I get every time I can speak to them.
So say your words.
That vile poison will wreak it's course/
But I have someone who will not leave me be even when I try to convince them I'm alright.
Someone who tries their hardest to alway make me feel better.
Someone whose own words are like and antidote to the poison that is,
Your words.
Yeah, that might be kinda intense. This is because my poems convey how I feel, and only a fraction so. ^^;
But Yeah I'm hyper cause I got to hear something I've been longing to hear. And I found alot of good dance music. Which you guys can find out by listenign to my whole playlist now that it's finished. lol. (You'll have to hit FF to get to each song because I haven't figured out how to fix my player)
Well that was really long so peace
Who are we to say what is good or evil?
We're all biased.
Neither exist except in our minds.
The wise man sees what everyone else decides to ignore.
And the Hobo Sage will show all those things for money or food.
 Kat_Ze_Krimson · Sun Feb 01, 2009 @ 01:29am · 1 Comments |
