sweet nothing + chocolate (and other things, keep adding more)
Just two poems/songs I'm working on, I like them the way they are but feel that their stories are unfinished and not fully told yet. Perhaps I'll complete them soon.
Please critique if you want, I don't share my writing with people all that often and would love some (hopefully) helpful hints.
Sweet Nothing stares at the stars
smoking cigarettes until the Milky Way
is consumed by the stale scent of bars,
giving her understanding
into the Nothing in which we exist:
a troubled toil of unasked answers
drowned down by drunken propositions
(of love in life on liquor)
while all amaranthine questions
hide out inside the scars
left in wake of our existence.
Sweet Nothing tattoos her scars,
a dove of peace clenching broken heart
slowly leaking combustible ethyl
whose flame only lights in the dark.
I wonder if Sweet Nothing could be
something more than nothing to me.
Chocolate is better than any man
for it will never leave me,
it satiates my shame;
but with its pleasure comes
a guilt that I've indulged.
I have no self-control.
My life is a mystery
with a twist ending
that's being read in reverse.
I fear by the time
I get to the beginning,
it will be too late to correct my course.
So I stick my fingers down my throat until it makes me sick,
sometimes I'll feel that way either way, figure why not make some truth of it.
It's not that I'm superficial,
please judge not by appearances,
can you set me free
from what I can't resist.
Just two poems/songs I'm working on, I like them the way they are but feel that their stories are unfinished and not fully told yet. Perhaps I'll complete them soon.
Please critique if you want, I don't share my writing with people all that often and would love some (hopefully) helpful hints.
Sweet Nothing stares at the stars
smoking cigarettes until the Milky Way
is consumed by the stale scent of bars,
giving her understanding
into the Nothing in which we exist:
a troubled toil of unasked answers
drowned down by drunken propositions
(of love in life on liquor)
while all amaranthine questions
hide out inside the scars
left in wake of our existence.
Sweet Nothing tattoos her scars,
a dove of peace clenching broken heart
slowly leaking combustible ethyl
whose flame only lights in the dark.
I wonder if Sweet Nothing could be
something more than nothing to me.
Chocolate is better than any man
for it will never leave me,
it satiates my shame;
but with its pleasure comes
a guilt that I've indulged.
I have no self-control.
My life is a mystery
with a twist ending
that's being read in reverse.
I fear by the time
I get to the beginning,
it will be too late to correct my course.
So I stick my fingers down my throat until it makes me sick,
sometimes I'll feel that way either way, figure why not make some truth of it.
It's not that I'm superficial,
please judge not by appearances,
can you set me free
from what I can't resist.
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