plazma
Bluelighter
I recieved this in my email today, with a request to post it anonymously in words. So, after giving it a bit of a short perusal, I decided to.
Anonymous - Star Collapsing
a falling star? i think not
a star collapsed, dead, withered
emotional black hole as some have called you
black heart imploding, drawing all near
into your gravitational pull
sucking them dry, leaving them empty
dried up and useless, then discarded
like so much trash stuck to your shoe
smoke and mirrors, your life is a fantasy
virtual reality is the world you live in
leaching experience from all those you come across
vicarious image projected for all to see
are you so vacuuous, empty, shallow?
self-loathing, hate-filled is your inner self?
being 'real' is not your virtue
lies and deception being your main talents
can you love? do you?
hating, detesting yourself as you do.
appreciation and affection for others is merely a by-product
of love for, and satisfaction with yourself.
trying to fool others, yet merely tricking yourself
into believing you're worthwhile and valued
ultimately sharing your self-hate and anger
with strangers you find passing by
i detest you with same passion that i love you
cancelling each out, leaving mere pity
some compassion. lost soul, craving redemption
cheap slut, a harlot common
by past imprisoned, slave to your passions
once you said you loved me, and i believed you
much more than you wanted to believe yourself
now proved words hollow, false emotions
immature, insecure, a shallow being
seeking, searching, satisfaction never finding.
innocuous, alluring, leaving wanting
same loop forever doomed repeating.
what you wanted and desired i offered
bartering for trust is all that i required
yet left forlorn, rejected, but still, somehow stronger
another lost that loved you as you are
you are a mistake i had to make
another lesson that required my learning
a bump, a hurdle in my path requiring
dealing with, negotiating, overcoming.
wishing i'd never met you, but still somehow yearning
your salvation to facilitate.
good-bye, farewell, smooth sailing
rewarded may your searching be
19 may 2003
As a poem, its good, I like it. But personally I think it'd go DAMN well in a Smashing Pumpkins style of melancholy angry music.
Anyways. Peruse at your leisure, enjoy.
-plaz out-
Anonymous - Star Collapsing
a falling star? i think not
a star collapsed, dead, withered
emotional black hole as some have called you
black heart imploding, drawing all near
into your gravitational pull
sucking them dry, leaving them empty
dried up and useless, then discarded
like so much trash stuck to your shoe
smoke and mirrors, your life is a fantasy
virtual reality is the world you live in
leaching experience from all those you come across
vicarious image projected for all to see
are you so vacuuous, empty, shallow?
self-loathing, hate-filled is your inner self?
being 'real' is not your virtue
lies and deception being your main talents
can you love? do you?
hating, detesting yourself as you do.
appreciation and affection for others is merely a by-product
of love for, and satisfaction with yourself.
trying to fool others, yet merely tricking yourself
into believing you're worthwhile and valued
ultimately sharing your self-hate and anger
with strangers you find passing by
i detest you with same passion that i love you
cancelling each out, leaving mere pity
some compassion. lost soul, craving redemption
cheap slut, a harlot common
by past imprisoned, slave to your passions
once you said you loved me, and i believed you
much more than you wanted to believe yourself
now proved words hollow, false emotions
immature, insecure, a shallow being
seeking, searching, satisfaction never finding.
innocuous, alluring, leaving wanting
same loop forever doomed repeating.
what you wanted and desired i offered
bartering for trust is all that i required
yet left forlorn, rejected, but still, somehow stronger
another lost that loved you as you are
you are a mistake i had to make
another lesson that required my learning
a bump, a hurdle in my path requiring
dealing with, negotiating, overcoming.
wishing i'd never met you, but still somehow yearning
your salvation to facilitate.
good-bye, farewell, smooth sailing
rewarded may your searching be
19 may 2003
As a poem, its good, I like it. But personally I think it'd go DAMN well in a Smashing Pumpkins style of melancholy angry music.
Anyways. Peruse at your leisure, enjoy.
-plaz out-
