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Anvrill
Senior Member

since 2002-06-21

Posts 710
in the interzone now

0 posted 2002-06-24 10:47 AM

As I whimper, moan and complain over the fact that no one read Violence of Music, my most favoritest lyrical thingamabobber ever written by me... I'll put up what used to be my favorite set of lyrics. Written the day before my 17th birthday while I was working at my dad's office (THE most boring summer work ever).

I was doing mindless copying of papers at this engineering firm, and something that said "corrosive angle" got type "corrosive angel". I just knew I had to write it!

And here it is. (And no, my squirrely-boy Mike should not be worried that I write things like this starring a "she". It's just that "she" is sexier!)

A beauty
in the silver scar
of moonlight 'cross
my bedroom floor
is wearing white tonight.
It doesn't feel right.

An angel
who has had her day in
the sun but still wants
more than I could
ever offer haunts me.
How can this be?

She whispers dangerous,
shivering things
and pulls me in
with her white silk scar.
She toys with my hair,
plays with my mind
and draws me in
with her pure black heart.

I want to hear the lies
rolling off her blood red lips
I want to taste the lies
she offers on those blood red lips.
I want to savor the lies
and peel them away with her
wrongly white clothing.
I want to make my own lie,
hiding inside her long black hair,
and die beside my angel,
however corrosive she is.

My beauty
traces lines down my
chest with nails as
long and sharp as pain.
I fall against her helplessly.
God, let her take me quickly.

She tells me dangerous,
torturous things;
that this is my
only chance with her.
She strokes my chest and
stalls my heart there.
I want her to
rule me as long as she can.

I want to hear the lies
rolling off her blood red lips
I want to taste the lies
she offers on those blood red lips.
I want to savor the lies
and peel them away with her
wrongly white dress.
I want to make my own lie,
hiding inside her long black hair,
and die beside my angel,
however corrosive she is.

A beauty
in the silver scar
of moonlight 'cross
my bedroom floor
has skin that's white tonight.
It doesn't feel right.

Now go trudge back, find Violence of Music, and READ it!

Feel my angsty reachiness!

LadyPeach1
Member

since 2001-06-04

Posts 282

1 posted 2002-06-24 11:19 AM

That poem was very cool, Very graphic and interesting!!!
LP1

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

2 posted 2002-06-24 12:00 PM

I like yr subtlely for getting people to read you.

And I love this poem. No duh "she" is sexier. That's why I usually hide behind the pronoun She when I'm writing about myself in poetry. Shhhh, don't tell.

These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun.
-RHCP

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

3 posted 2002-06-24 11:06 PM

Cool indeed. Sexier indeed. But...
I think I may have once married this Angel of yours...Did she ever dance in a cage?

~wranx

"Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do....just remember to wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein.

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