ok this is me

munkeehaven

well..i love writing poetry but generally it tends to be on the dark side...as, when i am happy i dont need to verbalise it..but when i am the opposite then the words come gushing..anyone remember their ''teen-angst'' poetry.??.ughh mine were so pathetic..i am still only 18 but not as self-absorbed (i hope?!)


well this poem is one i wrote when i was in a really bitter mood....

PARANOIA

Eek! cotton-whispers in my ear,
passing the marble crows,
A hazy remark from an ice-queen
still wedged between my eyes.

The days are foul messengers of lead,
that sit on my mind,
as I walk down the boreen path,
going home to a shellshocked room.

What not to fear but the beating of the hollow heart?
Purple tongued isolation
flowing from it there
as it beats an endless rhythm.


==this is my attempt at rhyming..which i am not good at and hence do not do very much..

butterfly lands, on dead skin,
colour sprayed on mortal sin,
eye of night,ever cold,
watching death's wrath unfold.

broken dust in mercy's hilt,
flesh is gashed,blood is spilt.
reeking wounds,scars of hate,
warmth of sun, dissapates.

simu

They're cool! I really like them - the imagery is really vivid.