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Why do I sit here in this new spot of mine. Thought I had fallen over a long while back. I think of you, Why. I watch this beauty of a sun set, slowly as my eyes begin to close. Of you why do I dream. I know you are far and nothing will bring you to me as before. I sit here now blinded, as it turns orange. Clouds like feathers graze above. Why can you not be here Too. The earth rattles, it shakes, but nothing I do will get you here To me. You see, I know your secret. Deep, in and out, I've slept it in. Watched it grow, watched it sink. I know why you breathe And why your heart slows. Out you exhale with your imagined nightmares; Think no one sees. You crave that sight Crave that spot, But sadly it belongs Not. To you. Not for you. I sit here. Not for you. This world is mine, has been, And always will be. Never yours, Dear. What I posses you cannot hold. You cannot see- only pretend to be. You cannot know why it is so. You cannot feel what I hold dear. I will never be what you are to me. I will never be Someone you hold. Never someone you want. Only in my thoughts do we exist. But we are no more; we are End. Finished. And slaughter you I would love to. My love is your hate. Hate me you.. You. Unwanted you stand. Such a tragedy. Kill me, Dance with me, you unwanted whore. Because posses I will, You. I will set my gaze on yours. Touch you, and watch you crumble. I will slow my breath on yours; slow yours. Move aside the curtain which you so helplessly hide behind; watch you flinch. In my heart I hold you dear, in my memories. I will lay my hand on yours and feel it grow cold. Just as before. I will kiss your lips, Embrace you. You cannot run from me now. No longer can you handle.. I hear the sirens now as I part with your body. I hear them declare You dead. |
ahh the style is so shifted. or shifting. i think maybe theirs more that i'm seeing in my ignorance. this is like idk.it seems to shift from like an embellishment of "romance" in a satirical voice, then shifting into personal voices crac kling in still muffled by auto response metaphor. second theory.........i'm crazy but don't take this the wrong way until you know the lingo, but you're good as stalked. | Posted on 2009-01-05 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] | Wow. I really like this piece. As you created a new line with one word such as 'you' after the ones like you give him nothing. This poem alters between caring for 'him' or not. In the middle and towards the end, it seems like you want to be with him, but the end, he is "dead" which can be implied as in, out of your life, or something else. Anyways, this was real good. I liked it very much. Good write :) | Much love, Annie | Posted on 2009-01-05 00:00:00 | by unnamedtear | [ Reply to This ] | |