Guest Heart Like A Hole Posted April 7, 2002 Report Share Posted April 7, 2002 some of them love the way you glitter and glisten, as though you might be gold my pyrite child, you are manipulating your way into the weaklings' fold such a wolf you are, yet masks of sheepskin you wear pretending to be vulnerable pretending that you care they'll never know the faces you won't show and the sickness you revere weaving them together, in your sewing machine dream your needle teeth and trembling sheath promise so much more than you can give you're afraid to live when it feels so good to die everyday there has to be another way, pyrite child don't hide yourself in the night you mutter falsehoods and untrue confession tempt them with your impressions to leave only obsession they don't know who you really are they think you're golden and they'll make you a star somehow, someway, if you lie through today tomorrow you can shine and steal from the shadows what was meant to be mine you're out of line but i'm not saying anything you've never heard before your fingers are spindles prick and stick all the creatures falling down in your mind you're strangely queer and indefinitely blind you think if you shimmer you think if you glimmer that the day-children will come to play in your sand-castle some of them like the way you glitter and glisten, as though you were gold but they'll soon see through the delusion they'll insert contempt and override their confusion play at being prim and proper sing and suck for your supper but no matter how you sparkle pyrite child, you can never be so bold you may glitter and glisten but i know that you aren't gold Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Vulturegirl Posted April 7, 2002 Report Share Posted April 7, 2002 This is much more musical! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted April 7, 2002 Report Share Posted April 7, 2002 Appearances can be so deceiving It's easiest to manipulate what others are perceiving because they want so badly to be believing In something or someone good. But truth will out over time And as you said in your rhyme They'll pay their due for their crime. That's just understood. Good song there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gyrfalcon Posted April 8, 2002 Report Share Posted April 8, 2002 *Gyr applauds* musical and well written. Not sure if I understand, but I'm a bit rusty on my poetry understanding skills. *smile* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted April 9, 2002 Report Share Posted April 9, 2002 Starts out simple and sad, and becomes something dark and frightening. But for all the pyrite child seems like a demon or some other human-hunting predator, they still seem very lonely. I find it a very rare writer who can really plumb the dark depths of humanity without bringing the reader down (emotionally). Well done. Incredibly well done. Please write a book. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tralla Posted April 13, 2002 Report Share Posted April 13, 2002 ooooh... this is fantastic. Everyone seems to be talking about how dark the pyrite child is, but to me, the speaker as dark, due their bitterness and... spite? He/she sees the truth, but doesn't seem much more gold than the person he/she is talking about. Am I making sense? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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