poem

You Don’t Understand

I toss and turn again all night

Cold fingers in the morning light

But you take me in your arms and I’m all right.


You ask me “sweetie did you rest?”

I answer “well, I tried my best”

You sigh but try your hardest to jest

And let me forget


But I can’t

And I won’t

Because I’m haunted

And you don’t understand.


As night falls I feel my pulse start to race

And fright appears upon your face

As you take in my unfocused gaze


I ask you “sweetie can’t you see?”

You answer “darling, why ask me?”

I clutch your hand but they won’t leave me be

Can’t you see that they’re dragging me, dragging me!


So I scream 

And I cry

Because they’re hurting me

And you still can’t understand.


As the days go by I grow steadily weak

We stop talking altogether and my voice has gone meek

Now you’re looking at me like I’m some kind of freak.


You shake my shoulders and scream at me

I beg you “Stop!” but you won’t set me free

I crawl away but you’re after me

So I turn.


And I stab

And I choke

Because you’re not helping me

And you don’t understand.

 

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Candlelight

Candles

Flames that are spear-points of light in the dark
Ease now my pain, and on a journey embark
To touch those in sadness, in misery–
Unlike this poem, which will never reach me.

Deep in my sadness, I do understand
Against this false evanescence, I will contend
I will seek my Elysium in places afar
Where my soul will be safe from this damaging war.

I toiled every day, and I’ve prayed every night
I bloodied my body in search for the Light
Seeking for assurance from the Heavens, ’til Dawn
Steals back once again, for the light has regrown.

But even in Death, I still could not rest
I finished what I should, and I did all my best
Now in this false slumber, I still toss and turn
While outside my grave, the Sun’s splendour will burn…

…but not for long

For even the candles are smothered and snuffed
I am plunged into darkness, but it’s still not enough
The Shadows with eyes are calling ’round me again
To see if I would be a part of their mayhem.

And like the proverbial poet, the ill-fated man of men
I must spread the word that Night will be broken
In avenging the souls of the beaten and damned,
Succeeding in teaching the shadows to have calmed..

Let the flames’ reassurance be seen once again
When, in the candlelight’s radiance, the darkness is taken.

Shitty Poem # 2

you’re so quiet

your smiles are spare

your laughter rare

i watch

your throat contracting while you swallow

your hands are strong

your lips are plump

perfect for biting

i stare at the back of your neck

where your haircut ends

and your skin begins

and all i can think of

is skimming over it

with sharp teeth

and feel you wince

and hear you breathe

but none of that happens

we stay apart

and smile at each other

polite and distant

did you want to hold my hand?

maybe i imagined it

but i really wanted you to kiss me.

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