- Created By Ashen Elric
Untitled (for tiffany)
I can see your face, your beautiful face
Which (unfortunately) is still attached to your body,
> a convulsing mass of flesh, organs, and open wounds
>> turned inside out
And walking these city streets I hear your name.
A perversion of the human langue,
and the bastard child of to many letters
Oh, how stupid I was to think you were beautiful,
> once
And I only hope you're as happy with him
> as you pretend to be with me.
There so many thing's left to say, kept inside
Everyone, I once would have been to afraid to say
I'd now love to scream in your face
> if we weren't separated by a few hundred miles
My interpretation of a Bright Eyes song played backwards
severed,
> depressed,
i'm never coming Home
lonely,
> inside-out,
I'm the Poet
> i'll make these lines a reality
candles,
> soft yellow light,
>> books/poetry.
a life i never was possible
tears when you sleep
Poet's waking up before you,
> leaving through the window
~fin~
A Poem About Sex
When I leave tomorrow
> I'll try not to wake you up,
Leave a note saying I'll call,
> we won't talk for weeks
Finally, I'll send you a text saying:
"look out your window, across the street, under the light, and smile"
You'll be so in love and happy,
I'll be so bored.
You'll ask about the weeks,
I'll say I've been busy
> (lying)
Smiling about lying
I begin my descent
"Robert Smith lied, boys do cry"
Someone once asked me how this thing
> made me feel,
This was my reply.
"It tears at me,
It reaches into my chest
> and pulls my heart out
Then it touches it, molests it,
> and rapes it.
It tears me from inside out
> and outside in
But, I pretend to be ok
I force smiles
Dull the pain with sleep, dream, and drink
> but that doesn't help when I have certain dreams;
But it's ok."
That's when she leaned into me
> Resting her head on my chest
>> Listening to see if my heart was still beating.
She brushes the hair out of my face,
> looks deep into my sad eyes
>> then goes back to listening to my heart beat
Untitled (for lindsey)
I want to feel you breathe,
The shallow intakes,
> and soft exhales of your sweet breath
On the nape of your neck
As we lie in the yellow Autumn grass.
We struggle to stay here,
fighting the sunlight slipping into night
> and Fall seeping into the comming winter.
Soon the stars will come out of their hiding places,
We can stay if you want.
But the more time I spend with you
> the harder it is to go back to my own home.
Do you think if I wish hard enough on a shooting star
> that I couuld possibly sleep on your bedroom floor,
>> or in the next room?
It doesn't matter as long as you're close.
