SlashPrower
11-07-2010, 03:43 PM
I wrote a bit of poetry because I read some Walt Whitman in English class and got the urge to write a bit of free verse. Besides, I just have to do every pretentious teenager thing in the book, and that graphics tablet doesn't arrive until tomorrow so I had nothing else to do.
This is a little hard to explain, since it requires a tiny bit of prerequisite knowledge that would be boring to go over. Basically, a character from one of my works is the chick who's really messed up and she's close to this one guy who's also really messed up and blah blah blah. Hopefully, it stands up on its own without one having to know the story behind it. I think it's okay, personally, but I wrote it so >.>
Didn't think of a name for this one.
We sit upon a seaside cliff-
I watch the tide crash against the rocks below.
You speak to me.
I do not listen.
Can you hear them?
In the sea, can you hear?
The sounds of voices, screaming, crying
The lost and the damned.
They speak through the tide.
Listen.
Do you remember yesterday?
I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Its beat was so easily cut short-
The warmth of her blood seeped through my clothes.
I screamed in fury and stabbed again.
Do you remember the day before that?
You didn't even have to touch him.
All you did was smile, and your eyes met his,
and he ripped his eyes out.
And how you laughed.
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
I remember.
In the faint moonlight,
with the sounds of the sea
not unlike dying breaths.
With the sounds of the wind
not unlike piercing screams.
I remember them all.
They reach up as one,
and pull me down with them.
Their hands are as cold as the water below.
I can not see.
I can not breathe.
All I know here is the pain of loss,
the terrible, vivid images
of the many tragedies I have known.
They play in an endless loop.
Here, I am young again,
here, my child dies before truly living,
here, I see his knife for the first time,
here, my brother dies in my arms.
Here is where the nightmares spawn.
Here is what waits for me
every night
when I close my eyes.
this is where they bring me
this is where i hurt.
why?
will I stay here this time?
does it matter?
i deserve this.
i
deserve
this.
but through it all,
i
hear
my
name.
You call my name.
I open my eyes.
You ask what's wrong.
I almost tell you, but don't.
It doesn't matter, does it?
You already knew.
You smile at me and put an arm around my shoulder,
promising that it will be all right.
With you, I can drown out the voices.
Here, with you,
I can almost convince myself
that I am not a complete monster.
Complete monsters can't feel love.
Do you do the same?
You are as damned as I am, after all.
Or am I just one of your many playthings,
to be used, broken, and thrown away?
Does it matter?
I am already broken.
I will take whatever comfort I can get.
The hands of the dead reach for me,
the fires of hell burn hot near my face.
But at least I know, that through it all,
I will not be alone.
You will be there with me.
This is a little hard to explain, since it requires a tiny bit of prerequisite knowledge that would be boring to go over. Basically, a character from one of my works is the chick who's really messed up and she's close to this one guy who's also really messed up and blah blah blah. Hopefully, it stands up on its own without one having to know the story behind it. I think it's okay, personally, but I wrote it so >.>
Didn't think of a name for this one.
We sit upon a seaside cliff-
I watch the tide crash against the rocks below.
You speak to me.
I do not listen.
Can you hear them?
In the sea, can you hear?
The sounds of voices, screaming, crying
The lost and the damned.
They speak through the tide.
Listen.
Do you remember yesterday?
I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Its beat was so easily cut short-
The warmth of her blood seeped through my clothes.
I screamed in fury and stabbed again.
Do you remember the day before that?
You didn't even have to touch him.
All you did was smile, and your eyes met his,
and he ripped his eyes out.
And how you laughed.
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
I remember.
In the faint moonlight,
with the sounds of the sea
not unlike dying breaths.
With the sounds of the wind
not unlike piercing screams.
I remember them all.
They reach up as one,
and pull me down with them.
Their hands are as cold as the water below.
I can not see.
I can not breathe.
All I know here is the pain of loss,
the terrible, vivid images
of the many tragedies I have known.
They play in an endless loop.
Here, I am young again,
here, my child dies before truly living,
here, I see his knife for the first time,
here, my brother dies in my arms.
Here is where the nightmares spawn.
Here is what waits for me
every night
when I close my eyes.
this is where they bring me
this is where i hurt.
why?
will I stay here this time?
does it matter?
i deserve this.
i
deserve
this.
but through it all,
i
hear
my
name.
You call my name.
I open my eyes.
You ask what's wrong.
I almost tell you, but don't.
It doesn't matter, does it?
You already knew.
You smile at me and put an arm around my shoulder,
promising that it will be all right.
With you, I can drown out the voices.
Here, with you,
I can almost convince myself
that I am not a complete monster.
Complete monsters can't feel love.
Do you do the same?
You are as damned as I am, after all.
Or am I just one of your many playthings,
to be used, broken, and thrown away?
Does it matter?
I am already broken.
I will take whatever comfort I can get.
The hands of the dead reach for me,
the fires of hell burn hot near my face.
But at least I know, that through it all,
I will not be alone.
You will be there with me.