im shy. poetry

[cosmicdancer]

I don't think i'm a good writer but here is some random poems I have written..
be honest, as I don't show a lot of people.



Hell

He'll carve his name upon you with his treacherous prose,
slurring adjectives from his masterful tongue.
Leave his seal upon you-
you'll never open up again/
Whisper kind words into your ear
then invade your thoughts with his army of lies.

He'll steal your dreams away and
conquer your bed
he shan't stop
till he's sole chief of your head.

He'll lay with you till morn
entwine you in a casket of his satin sheets,
there is no point mounting a defeat.
You're laid to rest.

Your hearts not his only ambition
he shan't stop till he's beaten the spirit out of you, soaked up your blood stained beliefs.

You'll sit and shake wondering what you've become
and as he watches gleefully as tears pour from every pore
he'll know the war is won.
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h


I met a boy and he lays with me
pure love in his veins.

Yet he does not know the things we share are killing me// my d does not know of our secret liaisons of despair.
Nothing in common but everything that has gone wrong and everything that will.

I met a boy and he lays with me
with pure love in his veins

we've never touched nor spoke or even shared a glance.
He's always at my shoulder
tempting me back
as I grow older.

Holding in his pocket a joker, club an' ace
i've never looked upon his face
but the things we share are killing me.
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this is a corny one i wrote for my ex on valentines..




d

d

For the mind and the eyes may grow old
but you heart will for ever stay still.
Rest thine weary heart in mine at one the sleepless breathing of yours and mine entwine.
Trust in me to keep it out of harm.

Like the line you scored so deep with trembling hands in my book of verse,
as those on your skin.
Let me heal it, stick it back together
Stitch your open wound and tape the pages back together.
The cuts that cover me, you've mended them forever.

For me the nervous wreck that I am
the paranoid shrieking sighs in the darkest corners of my mind.

Yet when we are together the larks of childish innocence I find
The eyes and the mind may grow old,
but your heart be still,
as within mine I do hold.

For never tainted
As our secrets never told.

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the path of needles



ome may say I have learnt my lessons the hard way, well they were hard on me.
But being around you isn't as easy as I thought the option would be.
In your wolf's lair blissfully unaware.
Clumps of fur, threads of hair
He tore at me
It threw me with something so sharp.
A knife in the back
A punch
A thump
Not love
Not lust
It's called fucked up.

The rage in his eyes
how the red wine flies
the path of needles to tempting to refuse
the sinking, slipping feeling of nothing left to lose.

'Your blood tastes like posion, your eyes look like trouble' m'dear he snarls

as my cloak turns red.
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yes i have very bad relationships.. ok you can laugh now lol. im so rubbish

x

 

[Jabberwocky]

i am commenting on the first prose. I like the imagery the words created. You have very actionable words in there that fit together wonderfully. But there is one thing i would critique you have a funeral durg pace to that poem and the words them selves speak of quickness (i.e., steal, conquer, mounting, tears) I really enjoyed the poem and i think you should be less shy in sharing because i do think you have great talent.

 

[cosmicdancer]

aww thank you.. i feel less shy now I have actually shown someone, thanks for not being too harsh! xx

 

[colicolo]

I like 'h'

I met a boy and he lays with me
with pure love in his veins

'Hell' also got me

You'll sit and shake wondering what you've become
and as he watches gleefully as tears pour from every pore
he'll know the war is won.

 

[cosmicdancer]

aww thank you!x