I Was Never Good With Titles by SonOfAdversary, literature
Literature
I Was Never Good With Titles
what shall we do tomorrow?
if i should wake at all, it will be too soon.
if the sun should shine through, God laughs.
i laugh at the notion of God.
he maketh me burn and scortch and sizzle
and choke on the black, black bloodcuts of
tortured ex lovers, candy striped girls
licorice heart with scissors stabbed through
he maketh me insane to every extreme
he maketh me sick and blind to sympathy.then what shall we do-?
slit, slit, slit.
try and try again until it feels real
try and try until i've broken, shattered like porcelain
the bull in the china shop was always you
you should know it was always you.
so what, what, what shall we do.shall we...
easy come, easy go
steady, fast, thunderbolt
i was wilting in the womb
far before my mother had the right
to pick or choose her fate.
for three years i've been praying
to false gods with unspeakable names
who whispered lustful paraphrases
which i have contemplated time and time again
barely daring to speak a word
barely daring to make my name known.
nearly three years, nearly a lifetime
of bloodbathed dreams and fantasies
of stick-thin girls with slick, straw hair
and hiding lost children in abandoned fields of rye
time and time again, i tried and i tried
i feel you have no idea how hard i tried.there was a time when i was everythi...
in ignorance i've come to find
my mind is overwhelmed
the knowledge i seek desperately is blinded
by naivety-bigotry-sins against mankind
i turn to hide my face in shame, but the light forever shines
on me, the spotlight unforgiving, consuming
all of me becomes distraught and aching
though i suppose my heart the worse
i've gambled and lost and lost again
as a companion these liquid-lined eyes turn cold
as a lover, we may never know.
Closer to me than i could ever imagine
Holding all that is dear to me in your closest circle
Restless in work which is aching and necessary
In this life to keep me here with you always
Spoiled i have turned sour, and i forget to appreciate
The miracles of the only angel i've come to know
In this world or the next you believe in
Never could we be severed, or my heart would surely cease to beat
Ever i wish to be in the presence of your love; the woman who makes me whole.
you didn't, you did, and you did it again
and now she is hiding behind amber waves
in the hopes that she can escape your pain
but you'll do it, you did it, again and again
inflicting the darkness that plagues your mind
the only thing that seems to make sense
lies between the space of your fingers, the redness of your palm
the seas are raging, the tide crashing in
and you do it, you do it , again and again
she's sobbing, she's vile, she's sick and undone
must have been asking for it with the stars in her eyes
shining so brightly, or were they her tears?
(day after day i am living in fear)
but you can rest easy, forgetting this all
with the...
I Was Never Good With Titles by SonOfAdversary, literature
Literature
I Was Never Good With Titles
what shall we do tomorrow?
if i should wake at all, it will be too soon.
if the sun should shine through, God laughs.
i laugh at the notion of God.
he maketh me burn and scortch and sizzle
and choke on the black, black bloodcuts of
tortured ex lovers, candy striped girls
licorice heart with scissors stabbed through
he maketh me insane to every extreme
he maketh me sick and blind to sympathy.then what shall we do-?
slit, slit, slit.
try and try again until it feels real
try and try until i've broken, shattered like porcelain
the bull in the china shop was always you
you should know it was always you.
so what, what, what shall we do.shall we...
easy come, easy go
steady, fast, thunderbolt
i was wilting in the womb
far before my mother had the right
to pick or choose her fate.
for three years i've been praying
to false gods with unspeakable names
who whispered lustful paraphrases
which i have contemplated time and time again
barely daring to speak a word
barely daring to make my name known.
nearly three years, nearly a lifetime
of bloodbathed dreams and fantasies
of stick-thin girls with slick, straw hair
and hiding lost children in abandoned fields of rye
time and time again, i tried and i tried
i feel you have no idea how hard i tried.there was a time when i was everythi...
in ignorance i've come to find
my mind is overwhelmed
the knowledge i seek desperately is blinded
by naivety-bigotry-sins against mankind
i turn to hide my face in shame, but the light forever shines
on me, the spotlight unforgiving, consuming
all of me becomes distraught and aching
though i suppose my heart the worse
i've gambled and lost and lost again
as a companion these liquid-lined eyes turn cold
as a lover, we may never know.
Closer to me than i could ever imagine
Holding all that is dear to me in your closest circle
Restless in work which is aching and necessary
In this life to keep me here with you always
Spoiled i have turned sour, and i forget to appreciate
The miracles of the only angel i've come to know
In this world or the next you believe in
Never could we be severed, or my heart would surely cease to beat
Ever i wish to be in the presence of your love; the woman who makes me whole.
you didn't, you did, and you did it again
and now she is hiding behind amber waves
in the hopes that she can escape your pain
but you'll do it, you did it, again and again
inflicting the darkness that plagues your mind
the only thing that seems to make sense
lies between the space of your fingers, the redness of your palm
the seas are raging, the tide crashing in
and you do it, you do it , again and again
she's sobbing, she's vile, she's sick and undone
must have been asking for it with the stars in her eyes
shining so brightly, or were they her tears?
(day after day i am living in fear)
but you can rest easy, forgetting this all
with the...
Hey, I'm Sam. There's not much to say about me. I write poetry as a means of expressing myself. I blog. I change up my style from day to day. I'm a pretty boring kid. Here's some facts to prove it.
Age: 17 Location: A small town in Maine Height: Short. 5'2" 1/2 Weight: Normal Orientation: Lesbian Favorite book: The Catcher in the Rye Favorite movie: Brokeback Mountain Favorite band: Hole Political views: Extremely liberal and free-thinking. Pro-choice, pro-marijuana and anti-hate.
See? Nothing too extraordinary.
Current Residence: The Seventh Layer of Hell. Favourite cartoon character: Any and all South Park, 2D of Gorillaz Personal Quote: "Never to suffer would never to have been blessed."-Edgar Allan Poe
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allan Poe. JD Salinger. JK Rowling. Phillippa Gregory. Harper Lee.
so today was my birthday. it wasn't very eventful. i got a nice camera (excitement!) and some make-up, Invader Zim on DVD and a flash drive. also a pair of jeans that wouldn't even button over my fat. lolololol.i'm having a partay tomorrow and everyone i invited is coming save for two people, who incidentally are also the same two who always blow me off to hang out with each other. so RAWR to them. they're damn lucky they're cute.mmmm, so yeah. i'm 17 now. and i haven't had any inspiration for poetry in a long ass time. it sucks. :/ someone take my writer's block away. -pout-