Sisters, don't worry so much.
These things too will pass.
Even though we're in a clutch,
No need to break the glass.
Fate has dealt us a cruel hand.
But what else can we do?
Then do what was planned?
This I ask the two of you.
We must trust our father.
However hard this may be.
Sure it might cause bother.
But please, have faith in me.
We've been through a lot.
It won't end soon.
But it's not all for naught.
We'll have our boon.
Dear father, you are lost.
Ever searching for the taken.
But what will be the cost?
Will we be forsaken?
Come to a halt.
Give us a kiss.
It is not your fault.
When will you see this?
Please, stop this folly.
We can't take it anymore.
Let us be jolly.
And finally close this door.
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12.2
I wear my lies like armour.
Sliding off the metal before sliding into our bed.
Truth draped over my bones in the form of flesh.
Sinew and bone cannot tell a lie.
I refuse to speak.
These lungs and the air that escapes them have been steeped in the blackness of untruths.
Any breath taken or recieved is living proof.
And your lips and their softness slide across my neck like the tightning of a noose.
Bringing a little more death with every touch of love, of which I am unworthy.
As the darkness of night envelopes us,
as the quickness of your body and the force of your rhythm masks my unwanted pleasure,
I am helpless.
I lie, unprotected and power
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8-10-14
Desperately searching for a means of acceptance,
I miserably resort to half-hearted repentance.
If God has it within His heart to forgive,
Then what reason do I have not to sin?
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Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
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Another poem. A bit harder to do, for this was all anew. Oh dear, my mind is still thinking in verse
Anyways, let me know what you think. I'm not quite sure about the order of the stanzas - I shuffled them a few times, and now got this.
Do leave a comment!
#100ThemesChallenge
Another poem. A bit harder to do, for this was all anew. Oh dear, my mind is still thinking in verse
Anyways, let me know what you think. I'm not quite sure about the order of the stanzas - I shuffled them a few times, and now got this.
Do leave a comment!
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I love it!