Description: havent posted in a long long time
i think my writing has greatly changed
Talking Blue into Tears -------------------------------------------
I drew a black heart
Not in permanence
But to see if I remembered
The overused symbol
So sharp
It scrapes every meaning of feeling
Into teardrops
Hardened from regretted love
Hanging by metal pins,
pierced through my lips
Soon to melt and fall
And be submerged in black hair
Black heart
Black pen
Tight black jeans
So tight it almost hurts the empty spaces
Where time and existence
Slowly eat away
At the things I used to cling to
My pinned confidence
Is cut with the needle
Slit through the sleeve
Across my heart
And from within my eyes
I bleed.
Red and pink scars
Crisscrossed x’s that talk blue into tears
Im just a drawing
A poor caricature
For misery and self-hate
Its so appropriate
Because its what ive always recognized
Discomfort and sadness
And so finally
My eyes have tired of lying
And at this moment
Have become blinded
Refusing to depict
Even the lowliest of images
Yet everyone can see it now
My scarlet eyes
My disease that caught fire
Alighting on abandonment
And the worthlessness
Sitting like dry kindle wood
Within my pitted stomach
And alone I sit
Again and again alone
With a monster sitting
Beside and within me
Because she told me to face it
But first I should rid myself of the steal trap
Circumstance has always had me in
Ill scratch out my eyes
And hold my breath until darkness
Envelops every aspect of me
But the windows to my soul, she said
Have never been so clear
sweet.. now this im liking.. got bored, and wanted to read something with feeling even if the feeling was self-deprication or pity or whatever. and although i wasnt quite all over your other poem i knew your [censored] would be interesting.. but this was kickass. i love the comparison to caricature..
Submission Name: Talking Blue into Tears
