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Beautiful Remains
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Thursday, 3rd March 2005 @ 02:05:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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The world has gone.
I can barely stand to walk down the street.
Everyday I see something that sickens me;
a sadness weaving its way through traffic;
car after car after car.
I am sick of looking in mirrors
trying to see the beautiful falsity in me
that i see in everybody else.
Is my physique not good enough?
One hundred and twenty-five pounds
Five ten
brown hair an over bite
a mustache and goatee
trimmed thin spreading forever
over mild pale skin.
Large blue and yellow eyes
sunken cheeks
a ridged and twisted nose;
I am not beautifully built
I am not bronze and on display.
I am meek and melancholy
fighting the urge to frown.
I have a strong heart
beating wildly in my chest
I have raw unbridled emotions
suppressed and more afraid
to cry than to let it all go.
I have a constant headache
pounding and pounding and pounding again
the blackest black depths beating at my head.
I am sick of staring at a tv seeing
beautiful young women
whore themselves for attention
seeing fourteen year olds
smeared in come and makeup.
If I could only fall blind.
If i could only find something
beautiful remaining in
the world.
All the poetry all the ***** I write
writing forever on empty spaces
making forever empty still.
I cannot find my way
I cannot deal cope
comprehend the world around me
the walls closing in the windows
painted black and bloody sills
every room spinning
I cannot even pray
without goddamn slipping in my head.
So i write and I do not write
and I read and it remains
more ugly and more beautiful everyday
and I go to work I get up out of my bed
I force my smile I spike my hair
and play charming unaware
oblivious to the world around me
every moment being stabbed deeper
deeper
deeper
until i can't stand it anymore
until I want to scream.
until my fingers are flying over the keyboard
over their own aching bones
and gritted teeth
and I grab my temples and I crush my eyes
and I cry
and I cry
and I cry
and it never-
it never goes away.
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iodinelove
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2005-03-03 02:05:24]
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Re: Beautiful Remains
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by Scarlett on
Thursday, 3rd March 2005 @ 10:52:30 AM AEST
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god, that was powerful. took my breath away by the end of it.
this really struck a chord with me, i can relate to some of the points you have made but i best liked the description of yourself, lines 19 - 27.
brilliantly executed, well organised and unfortunately true. have not read anything that has touched me so deeply in a long time. |
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Re: Beautiful Remains
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by little_genna on
Thursday, 3rd March 2005 @ 11:48:31 AM AEST
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This was amazing, normally a poem so long i would get distracted from reading *damn those short attention spans* But this had me right to the end. I can definitely relate to some of what you have said. It makes me sick to see girls shown as sexual objects....This poem really struck me, I felt every word you wrote......
take care
Genna xx |
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