Post by ScarletMornings on Sept 26, 2005 15:10:26 GMT -8
okay i've had writers block it seems for awhile and this is just a bunch of words and phrases and ideas i threw together and i was wondering if it actually shaped up into a passable poem?
Aren’t you proud
of the pretty smiles
and careful words
that tumble from my lips
brighter than the sun?
of the hellion I was
and how well I,
the lady you made,
killed her?
of the graceful steps
that are trailed by everyone
in awe of the butterfly
who emerged from the cocoon?
look- I was cliché for you!
Aren’t you proud
of the wild soul
I stuffed into silk
and laced tight enough
to hold it frozen in despair?
of the songs on my lips
I cut off to soft, modulated tones
like a lady should?
of the long legs and untamed hair
I ruthlessly covered and smoothed
in my bid to refine myself?
of the feral passion I felt
for everything dear to me
now smothered it the thin veneer
they call civilization?
such a lovely phrase
Aren’t you proud
of the fact I bent my back
to break myself for you?
of the light in my eyes
even after I lost my spirit
to the velvet silence I wore?
of the joy in my soft voice
when I spoke to you
wilting for the need of your look?
of the horror I became when I gave you everything?
aren’t you proud
of the reality of what I did
was change everything I am
to earn your love
and all you gave me
was an absent smile and a pat on the head
before you left again?
goodbye, my love
hello, hellion
the lady saint is dead
I killed her
aren’t you proud?
Aren’t you proud
of the pretty smiles
and careful words
that tumble from my lips
brighter than the sun?
of the hellion I was
and how well I,
the lady you made,
killed her?
of the graceful steps
that are trailed by everyone
in awe of the butterfly
who emerged from the cocoon?
look- I was cliché for you!
Aren’t you proud
of the wild soul
I stuffed into silk
and laced tight enough
to hold it frozen in despair?
of the songs on my lips
I cut off to soft, modulated tones
like a lady should?
of the long legs and untamed hair
I ruthlessly covered and smoothed
in my bid to refine myself?
of the feral passion I felt
for everything dear to me
now smothered it the thin veneer
they call civilization?
such a lovely phrase
Aren’t you proud
of the fact I bent my back
to break myself for you?
of the light in my eyes
even after I lost my spirit
to the velvet silence I wore?
of the joy in my soft voice
when I spoke to you
wilting for the need of your look?
of the horror I became when I gave you everything?
aren’t you proud
of the reality of what I did
was change everything I am
to earn your love
and all you gave me
was an absent smile and a pat on the head
before you left again?
goodbye, my love
hello, hellion
the lady saint is dead
I killed her
aren’t you proud?
i think i'm about to go into hyperventilation. omg. omg. breathe. breathe. yes, hof is fine. omg. breathe.