[OT] Poetry

[GravyFingerz]

Originally, I meant for this to be a love poem, and then it spiraled down a psychotic path of morbid rejection. I don't know what the hell was going on, I just went with the flow. So I present you ... untitled morbid poetry.

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You draw out the strength in me
All these things I should prioritize
You are the one I focus on
My brain is split in two
One side loves you and the other side doesn't need you
Man wasn't destined to devour his own soul

My nerves burn with your slight caress
My eyes bleed at your scorn
My lips sing the song of grief
Your cold stare is a bullet to my throat
The warmth of my body cannot melt you
You are something of an Ice Queen

You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are the victim of my hate

I scream
I yell
I rage
A victim of your twisted machinations
No one said you could use me
There is blood on your dress
Did I cut you too deep?

 

[GravyFingerz]

BUMP!

 

[firstborne]

Hmm. Passionate, emotive. That's good. Mind if I ask what inspired you to pen this?

 

[Darraketh]

I've felt the same way once long ago... I let it go.

Here's one I wrote expressing a different but no less intense emotion.
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DREAMS

I know not when I fell asleep,
but now I dream in slumber deep.
For how could such a creature fair,
exist outside of dreams dreamt there?

No finer work of artists skilled,
nor more perfect form of desire fulfilled.
So if she in dreams my mind does make,
Then I pray to never more awake.

 

[GravyFingerz]

Hmm. Passionate, emotive. That's good. Mind if I ask what inspired you to pen this?

Um, well, it started out as being a poem to this girl I liked ... at the time, I was listening to Always by Saliva ... I let it go its own way, and this is how it ended up. It has no basis in reality mind you.