[First Post] 22
Ok, this is my first poem and I am nervous, you all seem to know each other.
*** Window ***
Words are all I am to you,
and I can not speak my
because I know,
all I am is empty,
hollow words of forgiveness.
For I speak only the echos you long to hear.
And the night seems so grotesque now,
because I fear what I will dream,
and I fear being awake,
as the world sleeps
and my God sleeps
and dreams of honesty.
to watch the flouresent archives and wake,
fresh with poison, to a different,
Vuglgar displays of power,
like poetry to a starved society.
An eye - dramatic and dancing with passion,
glistens with rage and catches
the soul of it spectators in the wet mouth
of its pupil.
So I create a fire and burn my skin,
so I am not perfect and I am not beautiful.
And you told me I had never looked so
as I did when I crouched with the flame.
Because I am not like them,
I told you,
and I told you I was not
going to lose my soul to a monster -
and you kissed me and said
' Wonderful hopelessness '
as we looked at the bodies burning houses.
Through our window which filtered
and shielded us from
*** There you go, I know it is long and I apologise for my spelling. I am but young.
Love, Peace and Apathy...MISS.Q xxx