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    dots Submission Name: Red Valentine's Daydots

    Author: Tusk
    Elite Ratio:    1.62 - 0/0/1
    Words: 385
    Class/Type: Poetry/Alone
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       There were no drafts to this poem, I wanted it to be raw.

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    dotsRed Valentine's Daydots

    Every pretence of joy is faked,
    Like the people who surround me.
    I am hollow, empty,
    A shell of my former self.

    You see me limping in self pity through weeks,
    Smiling with my teeth
    and laughing with my obligation.
    Look closely
    As I walk down the corridor.
    In my eyes,
    In my mind,
    I am tearing down these walls,
    Clawing out their faces,
    my claws wet with red and dry with plaster
    digging monstrous fangs into their warm necks,
    Hurling them through buildings,
    Roaring in fury one moment,

    Curled up in my sobs the next,
    Slashing myself,
    Whipping myself,
    self inflictions red and fresh.

    But this is all in my eyes,
    my mind,
    My heart, my chest is empty.
    My actions and conversation are empty.
    The most that will spill from my mind
    is a burst of frustration,
    Swiftly swallowed by the beast self loathe.
    My heart, my chest is empty.

    The cure, love.
    If my hollow torso trunk were pumped with sloshing bubbling red love,
    swirling round and up
    into every cranny and nook,
    soothing and lathering the coarseness
    with its warm strawberry smell...

    But it won't.
    A glimmer of what I hope to be this sweet medicine
    Will burn into the shadows.
    Hissing and eroding deeper into
    my empty cave heart.

    That splash was not love,
    that was me building my hopes.
    And with each bitter destruction of hope,

    With each bitter destruction,
    I grow darker,
    Colour drips from my life.
    With each bitter destruction of hope,
    I slide closer to my mind.
    Closer to my dreams of butchery and ending.
    Now I do not slide closer to my mind,

    I pace towards with ferocious frustration.
    The black clouds in my barren ribcage swirling and churning faster and faster,
    Rumbling and snarling down my arms and rushing into my fists,
    Anger whirling into a building castrophony
    fuelled by my manic hunger for love.

    Oh familiar cigarette,
    My remaining friend,
    How I despise you.
    How I love you.

    Look closely
    As I walk down the corridor,
    Behind my eyes I am
    My thoughts always
    spiralling downwards
    into the grey swirling depression
    that is my feeling.

    Submitted on 2007-02-26 13:51:40     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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