Open Me -------------------------------------------
They could all die before your eyes change back to blue.
I swore I wouldn't follow, but today I'm going too.
Tomorrow when the tourniquet is taken from my skin,
inject the poison in the wound, accentuating sin.
...Open me... Beauty drips from bitter hands.
...Bury me... Underneath your cruel demands.
The songs you wrote on the wall when you were twelve
(reminders of old picture frames upon once bloodstained shelves)
are looking back and telling you to stay locked in that vice
until the night turns back to day and starts to melt the ice.
...Open me... Take the parts you want and go.
...Bury me... Before summer takes the snow.
Yesterday was overdone, so make it new tonight.
Innocence does not exist when eyes are far from white.
They won't remember what you say, but everything you do
will echo in their minds for years until they join you too.
*speechless* I think that cuold be my favourite of yours thus far! I loved the imagery, and I can't pick just one line that I liked best or really grabbed me, cause they all did! It was very deep, and made you stop and really think about you had just read. Loved it, as always :)
Very very delicate and it's beautification, I just don't have any words to describe how well written and how in depth this poem actually is...It's very deep and it's a poem to confide as my favorites...You said inside of one of my poems that I have a way with words, but after I read this, I've noticed you have a way better way with words than I...this poem is remarkable, Im not kissing ass lol, it really moved me...I felt it on these lines:
"Yesterday was overdone, so make it new tonight."
I like how you mentioned that yesterday was so wrong, so make everything pure tonight, like ignore the presence and make it new in the future. Truely amazing work...
OMG, OM FUCKIN G! If I hadn't already asked you to marry me, I would again! But hey for old time sake; *I'm on 1 knee* will you, Nikkki, keeper of my black heart and obominal soul take me, Brian, your unabiding understudy, to be your humble servent for as long as you see fit; as my loving wife?