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Post by + RJ on Mar 18, 2009 15:12:54 GMT -7
*Digs out secret notebook from between my matresses* Yeah, that's really where I keep it... Anyway, here goes a few of my newer writings.... Not sure that they're good at all, but whatever. I feel like putting them here. Glass Case Glass case, I'm a glass case Of one-way panes Nothing comes in, nothing goes out You can't read me but I see Straight through you. I'm fragile but I hate that you Know it The cracks are spreading, Designs becoming more complex, Becoming almost beautiful in their flaws. They broke just the right way So that you can see just glimpses Of what's inside But not enough to understand What all the little pieces mean. They're confused and out of order Reflected a thousand times in the light, Sometimes just a bit too bright Or not bright enough. You will never understand What all the little pieces mean. And because I'm fragile (And I hate that you know it) I'm counting on the fact That you can't see enough To put the pieces together.
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Post by + RJ on Mar 18, 2009 15:16:54 GMT -7
I Don't Want to Be a Cutter I want to feel the cut Where the blade meets the skin. I want to see the beads of red Rise up to the surface Like sweet small cherries. I want to savor the slow burn Of the razor moving across the Back of my wrists, And the soft tearing sound As the skin is pulled apart. But I can't do it. I made up my mind, So I'm throwing out the razor. I can't look at it I don't want to see it again. I want to rid myself of the temptation.
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Post by + RJ on Mar 18, 2009 15:20:20 GMT -7
Just a Story I used to be just a naive little girl Who didn't understand a thing about the world. Without the perspective I thought I'd had Just a happy little house with a mom and a dad. I never had to do a thing for myself Daddy's sweet princess with dolls on a shelf. Then one day mom and dad fell apart Now a sad little girl with a shattered heart. I never could figure out exactly what happened Something that mom said, something dad did? I want to know that two people can survive Together, forever, sharing this life.
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Post by Ink on Mar 18, 2009 18:25:48 GMT -7
Those are really good.
The last one, is it true? I didn't realize your parents splitting up had such an affect on you... *huggles*
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Post by + RJ on Mar 18, 2009 18:36:19 GMT -7
Yeah... it's true. I mean, I'm fine with it now but at first it was a lot to get used to. Especially when the fought so much so my dad moved out before they were even devorced. For a while he didn't even live on the property for a couple of years.
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Post by Ink on Mar 18, 2009 18:53:20 GMT -7
Oh really? Geeze, that sucks. *hug*
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Post by + RJ on Mar 18, 2009 18:56:24 GMT -7
Yeah. Like I said I'm so used to it now though so it doesn't really matter
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Post by Ink on Mar 19, 2009 3:46:09 GMT -7
Yeah, that's good.
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Randy
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Post by Randy on Mar 24, 2009 10:43:41 GMT -7
Nice job with the poetry. I really liked the end of the first and the last poem. I'm really sorry about that, though, I'd die if my parents ever split up. But, you wrote some wrote some good poems and, I liked them.
You guys write very deep poetry, I noticed.
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Hee hee hee, watch it go! ^ and one more thing, WTF?!!!
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Post by Echo on Mar 24, 2009 14:24:24 GMT -7
=[ that really hurts, putting down the blade, parents spliting....
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