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xxlucyferxx) wrote2008-07-19 04:38 pm
xxlucyferxx) wrote2008-07-19 04:38 pm
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Two poems
...But I'd Rather Fall Asleep
A nameless, faceless shadow,
I’m so empty without you.
Kneeling at this charred and blackened altar, I cry –
Was it ever worth it? Paradox becomes a driving
Force behind my feeble efforts
As I struggle to repress the urge to turn away.
I bled before – I could do it again, you see.
I could send it tumbling right out the window,
Leaving traces of hunger and hurt.
Once, you told me I was alive –
Now I grasp at myths and legends
Trying to replace your voice inside me.
Dear, we reach an impasse:
Your eyes shine red, your stance is strong. I won’t
Abandon my pursuit, but stand tall as you
Sever flesh and bone.
Sanity, rest in peace, for your work here is done.
They Say She's A Total Hypocrite
The shadows rise up behind me, inside me.
Unclean and impure, discontent,
And I know it’s not over yet.
Doggedly beating my way through the marshes,
I’m hopelessly lost.
And I lie to the world,
And I lie to myself,
And I pray
That my lies will come true, it will turn out ok.
I lay myself defenceless at the feet of my mind,
My predator. I served myself too well.
A nameless, faceless shadow,
I’m so empty without you.
Kneeling at this charred and blackened altar, I cry –
Was it ever worth it? Paradox becomes a driving
Force behind my feeble efforts
As I struggle to repress the urge to turn away.
I bled before – I could do it again, you see.
I could send it tumbling right out the window,
Leaving traces of hunger and hurt.
Once, you told me I was alive –
Now I grasp at myths and legends
Trying to replace your voice inside me.
Dear, we reach an impasse:
Your eyes shine red, your stance is strong. I won’t
Abandon my pursuit, but stand tall as you
Sever flesh and bone.
Sanity, rest in peace, for your work here is done.
They Say She's A Total Hypocrite
The shadows rise up behind me, inside me.
Unclean and impure, discontent,
And I know it’s not over yet.
Doggedly beating my way through the marshes,
I’m hopelessly lost.
And I lie to the world,
And I lie to myself,
And I pray
That my lies will come true, it will turn out ok.
I lay myself defenceless at the feet of my mind,
My predator. I served myself too well.
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Force behind my feeble efforts"
I love that line.
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That one 'dear' really got me... it's *perfectly* placed. It stands out against the first part of the poem, in that as an endearment it carries all this warmth that's lacking from the emptiness of the first half. And as an endearment it's warm and gentle and stands out against the hard, almost hostile positioning of the characters at the end.
Does that make sense? My inner poetry critic hasn't had much exercise since I finished high school.