Post by Fireh on Aug 2, 2009 19:46:19 GMT -8
Well I have some pieces of my more recent poetry that I want to post, so I will just be posting them here for you all to read. Please, do not take them, they are mine.
Title: a blood beauty
1.
it is summer and it feels like the world is melting around us and the only way i know reality is real, is by the way the butterflies flutter into insanity, and by the way we lay about in swimsuits and pretend we care.
3.
summer is about forgetting that dreams exist and having nightmares of each other that are beautiful creations of vials filled with out blood samples, testing as
love-negative.
5.
people are sure that the little voices in her head are sad songs of despair yet really they are all the dead souls that float around managing to stuff their way into her cerebral vicinity.
7.
she has ‘friends’ that tell her the pale skin that covers her forehead is really a mirror for horrid ghosts to peer in at their pasts. they float around in her mind, reminding her that she cut her name into her leg for a reason, so that it could be right next to her other cuts of, ‘dead’ and ‘undeniable fate’.
9.
it is like continuous nightmares tied to the end of her fingertips, telling her that her future is to lay on the ground and stare at rotten trees, that died many years ago, along with her soul.
11.
blood files out from her nose as she punches herself in the face, to check if the existence of her skin is real. the ghosts in her head hiss at the sudden disturbance of their never ending tea party of a denied existence.
13.
her name is beauty and everyone believes it.
I hope you all enjoy! I will be posting more soon! <3
Title: a blood beauty
1.
it is summer and it feels like the world is melting around us and the only way i know reality is real, is by the way the butterflies flutter into insanity, and by the way we lay about in swimsuits and pretend we care.
3.
summer is about forgetting that dreams exist and having nightmares of each other that are beautiful creations of vials filled with out blood samples, testing as
love-negative.
5.
people are sure that the little voices in her head are sad songs of despair yet really they are all the dead souls that float around managing to stuff their way into her cerebral vicinity.
7.
she has ‘friends’ that tell her the pale skin that covers her forehead is really a mirror for horrid ghosts to peer in at their pasts. they float around in her mind, reminding her that she cut her name into her leg for a reason, so that it could be right next to her other cuts of, ‘dead’ and ‘undeniable fate’.
9.
it is like continuous nightmares tied to the end of her fingertips, telling her that her future is to lay on the ground and stare at rotten trees, that died many years ago, along with her soul.
11.
blood files out from her nose as she punches herself in the face, to check if the existence of her skin is real. the ghosts in her head hiss at the sudden disturbance of their never ending tea party of a denied existence.
13.
her name is beauty and everyone believes it.
I hope you all enjoy! I will be posting more soon! <3
