Individual balls of light
Shining as brightly
As a midnight star
Silhouetted against the night
Segments of
An oil refinery...1
****2
Anger and outrage fill the room
Phrases and terms one has never heard
Intelligence marked by opinions
Perspective
And only they are right
Never wrong
Rebuttal is out of the question
Ofcourse
For how does one argue
What they do not know?
Keep to yourself
Intimidated
Put on a front of intelligence
Agree and nod
Smile and meet eyes
Pretend you understand
And they'll accept
Do not utter a word
They may find out
That you are nothing but a lie...3
****4
Another marionette
She casts her next strings
Twirling wine within its glass
A vixen
An enchantress
She eyes her next victim
Who dances unawares
With another
And like the wine
She'll have him too
Bitterly entwined through her fingers...5
****6
A bond built on destruction
We've created a world
Where misery thrives on love
One momentarily heals
As the other continues in pain
And so goes the cycle
However drained
Addicted we remain
Bleeding eachother dry...7
****8
She paints his portrait, beginning with a silhouette as beautiful as he realistically is. Brush strokes loving, caressing the canvas as though it were him she were touching.
But as she continues, each time she feels threatened or insecure within his love, she chooses horrible, darker colours with which to define his features.
The gentle strokes become slashes, and she makes his portrait uglier and ugler as she goes.
Only to thrust the finished product in his face, and blame him for her lack of talent...9
****10
He wants her to heal
What was taken from him
Long ago
And she dreads to ask
How does one heal something
That is not there to begin with?11
****12
Her chest marked in black and blue
A reminder of painful, overwhelming love
A night filled with ecstacy
Longing desire
Now a rapidly fading memory
And bruises are all that remain...13
****14
It's a beautiful black sea of white and yellow lights
And each time I pass I congratulate myself on not jumping
Life seems so beyond my reach yet I grasp at it anyway
I'm almost there
But not until I love you beyond what I'm capable of
You were amazing tonight
You are beautiful forever
I love you...15
****16
Look at me!
Compare me to her once again!
Tell me we are the same.
Tell me I am her substitute.
Hold on to your illusion.
Comfort yourself!
I'll cut my hair
And then I'll be different
Just compare me once more
You'll see.17
****18
She stands on a pedestal.
Her crimson gown cascading down like a waterfal tainted with blood. Her long black hair, gleaming like a raven's wing flies wildly about her shoulders. Her eyes are black as onyx, her skin as pale as milk. She holds her head high, for she is powerful, confident. In her hand she grasps a chain, leading to a heart captured within a hook, blood dripping to the ground.
The heart belongs to a man, his chest pulled forward, shoulders straight and head thrown back in agony as he kneels before her. This man's nails dig into the ground, as though he, with every last ounce of strength, is attempting to escape.
To live, but he cannot.19
For he belongs to her...20
****21
I can still taste him on my lips
He tastes of deceit and betrayal
Or is it me who tastes this way?22
****23
Grasping its beauty within my palm
Expecting that very beauty
To remain
It deteriorates at my touch
Another white rose
Ruined by me...24
****25
I linger in a place where there is room for only memories,
Grasping at every bit of hope you carelessly throw my way.
I find myself glaring each time your hands caress another's skin,
The pain excruciating, yet I constantly suppressing.
I push the feelings down so they ruin me inside,
But the surface remains unscathed,
And if that is all you see, I am happy.
You find comfort in another's arms, for I am not enough,
And I in turn find comfort in the threads that trail behind you,
Left only for me.
You cannot remain in one place for too long,
I realise I am nothing but a cage in your ongoing life.
Yet I refuse to let go...26
****27
A drug in liquid form
Take in excess
By all surrounding
Its stench fills my nostrils
Its effect deprives control
Of emotions, body and mind
So everything is a blur
And everything is forgotten
If it is taken to escape reality
Then what was I escaping from?28
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Author notes
Okay, this is the second addition of a few collective poems and thoughts from my little book of thoughts. Again, the **** indicate that they are seperate, and have nothing to do with eachother.
Enjoy.
Yrs.
Azaradelle.
Liked the first one? Here's the second...
Comments
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Hm.
Even if the **** indicate that they have nothing to do with each other; they read like Acts in a play-- & like the One Idea you emailed me, as old as this is, I still firmly believe you're a brilliant, sensitive, artistic, canvas-painting young female inside a Novel's body. From what I've read, or managed to focus on, this would have to be your most interesting work to me, above all others-- like a Robin on a windowpane in the rain, standing out from the other wingspanners soaring for their coves & rooves to dry in. Here you stand, soaking wet with honesty for all the world to see, admirable in its courageous defiance to see yourself to the end..All of a guy, of a thought, of a reason, of an explanation, of a song at the new morning..Never stop writing, Azaradelle. Because this..You..Your stories & plays..If you can put into this world the things you've seen, the way you see them; as the way they are to you, whether it be with words or the camera, or simply living yourself as you know yourself to be; only interpreted in words..you'll be an inspiration to thousands of more who are lucky enough to listen to your harmonica's tunes & brush strokes upon the vase in the new evening.
P.S Who focuses on the background more than the writing itself? That's like listening to a song just to see when it ends. Silly reviewer.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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So many thoughts^^
Maybe it's just the background but it has a beatnik type of feel to it with all the self-expression and stuff. It's as if these poems were bred from pain and sorrow...yah...it's probably just because of the background^^
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