Marishka Lyn

Wow...that was good, Brandi; really good.

Do it to me again she said;

The lies blossom so beautifully,

I'm almost beginning to believe them now,

She cries into a bottle each time he goes,

she knows his destination and what he's going to do,

Shutting down again,

It's easier to go blind than just to go.

How many have you had this time?

I'm such a hypocrite, he sighs

He stops to think of how far they've come,

how much they've fallen,

for each other and old habits,

hating more, what it's done to them

Addiction, Obsession, Compulsion,

losing herself with each shot she takes,

Addiction, Obsession, Compulsion

killing himself with each hit he takes,

Such a tragic pair, this boy and girl,

Shutting down again,

they both know,

it's easier to go blind than just go.

 

 

damned typos....*sulks*

I truthfully don't know what to say, and I'm not left speechless awesome.

 

Where to begin? That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. It captures that feeling better than I ever thought possible. So many people could relate to something like this. I actually cried, but that was more from recent events of my own that the poem reminded me of.

 

Formwise, it's a different story. It just seems, odd, but I kind of get the feeling it was meant too. It looks off at first glance, the way the lines are and whatever. It sounds really good when spoken out loud, though, and that's the true test of poetry.

 

Thanks for sharing, this was, once again, beautiful.

 

Nicely done.

I wrote it to be read out loud.....I'm not sure why it came out in that form but it sounded nice when spoken so I left it that way

"On love conquering all"

 

painted sky, crimson moon

feels like death tonight

looking down, from the desolate hillside

the stranger sees her

the girl he used to know

he longs for her

to hear her voice

to touch her milky skin

a simple act to show he was not gone

but there it is again, the crystalline barrier between light and dark,

separating the two kindred souls

his choice was a necessity,

his only way out

or so he thought

she,

the girl he used to know

could have saved him if she'd known

the burdens resting upon his weary mind

same sky, identical moon

the girl,

the one he used to know

layed out upon her bed,

transfixed on the same transparent barrier

keeping her from him

the boy she used to know

aching from all the animosity

"she shouldn't miss him, she should be mad"

she became fixated on

faded letters and a tearstained photograph

the only memories she still had

mind made up, feeling no remorse

she prepares to break the glass...

to be with him once more

no goodbyes..she'd finally be with him

the boy she used to know

grabbing the bottle, she gulped it down

freedom from her earthly baggage

eternities later, hillside she arose

seeing only him

the boy she used to know

together now throughout eternity

perched upon their hillside ledge

both complete at last

they peered through the fractured "glass"

upon the life that they once knew....

Sounds like a lot of unhealthy relationships. I think you wrote this about a parent right? I thought it was about a love relationship, but the tax deductable part came in and I realized parent-child.Ya know, and that's just it, children always seem attracted to people that treat them like their family did.

yes, it is about my family...i'm in a healthy relationship for once though :wizzie:

"departure"

goodbye

you won't be seeing me again

moving on

away from this, away from you

and those hurtful words you say when you think i can't hear

i'm sick of everything,

the inferiority, the isolation

do you know i'm even there?

or more important, do you care?

if i stay or if i go...

it doesn't matter

you don't care,

never have, never will

i'm just another deductible on your taxes

you could care less about my hopes

or my dreams

did you know i want more

more than this life

more than the insecurity

i wish that you noticed

once in a while

the tone in my laugh

or the glimmer of my smile

but you won't

you can't

you don't understand

you make me feel like there isn't anything

you make me feel like giving up