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My angel of agony Of Pain Desire Torture Death Ecstasy Light Life- A means to no ends He is my oxygen So I can breathe- My chained spirit, That dangles from the ceiling Swaying, Like a clock ticking out of time- My caged butterflies, That long to be at liberty- The hope and desire, That rages within my heart Smouldering my mind As thought is no longer needed- My rope to life dangles by a thread As he watches it split, And I fall below the surface, And drown in the ocean of society- He holds my heart With the grip of death- Puts out my fire With his icy words- Tightens the chains With the wrench of his actions- Kills the butterflies, With the gun of his thoughts- To him I am worthless, To me I am dead- Killed by him, The breaker of my heart… But to the world, I am normal. |
YAY i want to kiss you lol. I mean this is like the poem of my recent life of two months ago. Him...someone who broke my heart. Him who convinced me that i was nothing and not important. You caputured that. I liked that you captured that. It was really nice of you to capture that. A poem that i can really relate to. I hope you continue to write. ~~Danni~~ | Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by Poeticprincess | [ Reply to This ] | "Kills the butterflies, | With the gun of his thoughts-" beautifuly said. I really like ur choice of words here i feel that they are incredibly. i can't believe ur only 14.. ur not literal in this poem and that gives it that "i thought about what i was writing" touch instead of just venting like most people do. amazing job girl. | Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by chini | [ Reply to This ] | It is a great photo that you posted along with your poem. It does nothing but add! You found a great way to capture the feeling of devistation, when this type of end occurs in life. Great Job! | Monica | Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by mon28 | [ Reply to This ] | whoa. | this was a strong piece that you wrote here. i can relate to this topic, except it is a her instead of him. what i like about this topic, is how you put how he pulls you down. like the part where you put "Puts out my fire With his icy words-" that was strong words i believe. i also like the beginning and the end left me inspired. thank you for this... please continue on posting. i like reading this and im sure i will like your other work. thanks =] | Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by irish storm | [ Reply to This ] | |