Some poetry

Liquorice

Long-time lurker on this forum, first time poster. Just looking for criticism and pointers for future reference.

Uncertainty

Steal me,
Run away with me to somewhere,
Because somewhere is new,
And somewhere is not where
Glass screams shatter into
Thousands of tears.

Secretly,
Secretly we can watch the blurred
Melancholy streetlights,
As we lie in old buses and trains,
We will ignore all around us,
And be both one and both.

Hide me,
And we can sit with beatnik ghosts,
And listen to muffled blues,
Cold in the corners of parks,
Huddled together desperately,
But elated in our unity.

I need you to take me,
To bring me away,
Because here, in reality,
In reality I cannot cope,
And because I miss you,
I miss you every time I breathe,
And I miss you every time I don't.

Insomnia

I spend every night crying until I'm burned by my tears,
I spend every day with invisible voices screaming in my ears.
I spend every dream waiting and waiting for you to be near.
I spend every thought wishing for things to finally be clear.

I confess that every night I pray to a deity I'm not even sure exists,
And end every prayer prostrate upon my bed begging for your happiness.
I confess that I still pretend that my blankets are your arms,
Comforting me and protecting me from tears and nightly harm.

Take my elbow and lead me somewhere where the diamond stars shine,
Seen through the smog, blinking while standing in their curved lines.
We can wish on every one, as they gently wink in gratitude,
Every wish I make will be for each of yours to come true.

It is said that the wind rushing through trees and chimneys says 'Who?',
But I hear it whisper your name, echoing within my ears, it is true,
So I walk on with a slight smile because the wind knows as well as I,
That no one could ever rival you, no matter how hard they persistently try.

I can stare for hours at the ever-changing, arcane sky,
But all I can see is that its beauty is so much less than that of your eyes.
I'm just so tired these days, too tired to sleep, an insomniac's chore,
Turning at night, distressed in the knowledge that I cannot have my cure.

And sometimes I long to jump into the setting sun's reflection upon the sea,
Just to see if it's as warm as your skin on those days when you sadly held me.
And sometimes I long to lie in thistles that hide in the meadowgrass,
Just to see if against my neck they imitate your feather-like caress.

And I know that I sadden you and you know that you elevate me,
And I know that I madden you and you know that you alleviate me.
And surely you must comprehend the anguish that I feel,
And surely you must empathise with how everything seems unreal.

Every single thing is both a nightmare and a dream,
Every single thing is both a laugh and a scream,
Every little thing is both darkness and light,
Every little thing is both meekness and might.

And it hurts that I will never live up to what you want,
And it hurts that I can never be your confidante,
And it hurts that I cannot be strong or extroverted like her,
And it hurts that I was nothing but a plaything for a week of summer.

Let me lie against your chest again and I won't regret or sob anymore,
Strengthen me as yours and I will no longer fall to the floor,
Because you know that I am forever grateful to you for being my muse,
And I will remain silently here for you if you ever need refuge.

And all I wish to do is to make joy swell within you,
Because, and I do not lie, if you smile then I smile too,
And if you are elated then I need not be elated too,
Because all I ever wish for is happiness for you.

Vertigo

Not dizzy,
Although everything jumps with me,
Gaining balance,
Finding equilibrium,
While putting my faith in a single point,
Nothing to think of anymore,
Not until this drawn-out moment comes to an end,
And then reality,
No fear of falling,
Only fear of falling without gain.

Catch me...
Catch me...
Catch me...

Catch me...
Before I hit the ground,
Threatening, and ready to engulf me,
Like you did.

And I balanced there,
Still as a dying swan,
The arch of my foot curved,
And my retiré almost perfected,
You allowed me the safety net of your presence,
But if you removed your hand from my hip,
I would fall.

You drew your hand away from me.

Dizzy and unsure,
It's a long way down,
Everything spins around me,
Find me,
Concealed within this sinister spiral.

I cannot spend forever,
With your fingers briefly clasping mine,
Only to let go again,
And again,
I need you to pull me to my feet,
And give me the comfort of your palm,
Or I need you to allow me to let my body slump to the ground,
With the plaster in my pointe shoes broken.

I cannot spend forever falling,
And it is not your fault that I am,
I just need you to save me,
From an eternity suspended between safety and the ground.

ven0m

All I will say is WHOOOAAAAAAAAA :eek:

some very cool stuff there - keep posting more!!!



::: ven0mous :::

meditraitor

I liked it , a bit dragged out though, condense the feelings more,, maybe


"As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."
WS