The Incendiary Dagger of Misjustifications

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Teen Poetry #7

The Incendiary Dagger of Misjustifications

Kaos
Member

since 2001-08-02

Posts 317
between space and time

0 posted 2005-10-09 03:37 PM

As the blade of creation breaks the epidermis
pitch black   flows up    and down
   my arm     sweeping      across me
Breathing     slows
   heartbeat       slows    (thump thump)
and i transgress
             to another place
        and time
Every stroke floods memories
        of betrayal
Why did I let it happen like that?
     justifications     slipping
and as a face takes shape from a shell
       I now face a demon
Snarling!         Snapping!
     just past my nose
I flinch
      at hot rancid breathing
            chills
an incrusted claw peeled from it's skin
   reaching forth    to suffocate light
             shivers
as slivers of light      inch over the opaque phantom
  piercing gaze   fire breathing   nostrils flaring
                        and i cringe
from my own cupidity

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
-Dylan Thomas

young_blood
Senior Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

1 posted 2005-10-10 01:33 AM

this is cool. i love the evil feel to it. it had the sense of a written horror movie. well done

Lexy
Senior Member

since 2003-01-28

Posts 1038
California

2 posted 2005-10-19 08:44 PM

this is very dark and evil feeling. what is the significance?

CrAzI_bAbI_cHiKa
Member

since 2003-07-16

Posts 248

3 posted 2005-10-19 10:38 PM

kinda evil, kinda crazy, kinda bizarre...very cool.

<3<3ker

ps. i like the tongue ring look

I might have messy hair, runny makeup and a tear-steaked face, but at least I know I have loved.

Kaos
Member

since 2001-08-02

Posts 317
between space and time

4 posted 2005-11-07 05:14 PM

this is actually the first piece to a series of poems i'm starting about the story that my tattoos tell, the piece that this is based on is a representation of my eternal struggle for absolution, if you're interested in seeing the tattoo let me know and i can send you a picture. I figured that since my tattoos all represent certain key events in my life that it might be intersting to take a creative stand point on them and tell the story in as vivid(image wise) of a manor as i could. How would you all say the trial run went?

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
-Dylan Thomas

[This message has been edited by Kaos (11-08-2005 09:07 PM).]

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