Salt

(i)
When the river has passed
Its used-by date,
And the water stagnates
Into a saline mess upon
Your cheek,
Turn upon your sparkled heels
To charm your deaf audience
With love-suicide tragedies.

(ii)
You are the beggar
Upon her dry bed
Of torn arms.
Satiating parched lips
With drops of sweat
Curling around
Your outstretched fingers.
No longer love-lorn but in lust.

(iii)
Skin covers her insides
Older then that within.
So she slashes her sheets
Frenzied and violent, to
Ebb her memories
Of salt-less waters
Coursing through hidden veins
Forged by romantic luster.

(iv)
All your dreams spill, and lose
Themselves between waves at sea.
A different melody crashes
Over your ears
Waving soft bruises like a
Vaccine a beggar never injects.
It sings abrasively and abuses
You. Intoxicated, now, on timeless infatuation.


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Blah Bleh De La Li La La. Just felt like posting something without having first gone on a replying-spree. I've had enough of those for a while besides, I'm reading 50+ poems a day as it is...but this, this is something I wrote this afternoon. Don't read too much into it cuz it isn't as pre-meditated as I would have liked. Tell me that you hated it. It would make me feel a whole lot better- trust me.

I'm not going to provide an explaination cuz the semantical implications of the 'poem' are incriminating. And yes folks, it's a Lovey Dovey poem . A few things though for the one or two of you who're going to read this:

Salt- Is something I hate cuz it dehydrates and leaves me 'empty' and freakishly thirsty

River/fresh water- Love

Bed/Riverbed- What love/lust rested upon and

Anything alluding to the physical self, including 'Vaccine'- Physical afflictions.

Goodnight Folks. Love is a hapless creature which carries around its fortunes wherever its scent reaches.   

  

Are you scared?    BOO! Are you now?

I can't tell you I hated this.  Maybe I just haven't read Cherish poetry in ages, but this blew me away.  Wonderful imagery, wordings and themes... there were so many killer lines.  "Hidden veins" made me take notice... veins are not their content, they are simply the duct for what they can contain... to have "hidden veins" says nothing about what is in them, but only that there exists the capability for them to contain something... for them to provide a path for some hidden aspect of you...

That is my favourite part of the poem.  The whole thing is great, though... I interpereted it to describe how love can change people into something they never wanted to be...

quote:

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Skin covers her insides
Older then that within.

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Took that to mean, we cannot escape our nature, no matter what new habits we have formed... I read it as an introduction to the revelation that love was always nothing but lust, and love is not an inborn quality, but lust is.

Sorry, I'm rambling...

Talk to you soon, Cherry.  Nice to see you in here again.

Parasite

Learn to place poetry before people
Before you place your poetry before the people.
~Andrey Kneller

i just haven't been the same since that house fell on my sister.

[the closest thing i've found to heaven is sitting here talking to you.bif naked]

quote:

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Frenzied and violent, to
Ebb her memories
Of salt-less waters

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quote:

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Waving soft bruises like a
Vaccine a beggar never injects.

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"It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality." - Virginia Woolf

~Ti

"My imaginary friend thinks you have serious mental problems."

(2002 Copyright)