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Apr 6, 2014 4:34:45 GMT -5
Post by twistedangel on Apr 6, 2014 4:34:45 GMT -5
Dont fall, into brown eyes Behind closed doors hide secrets an lies It should, be no surprise Rainfall after thunderous skies
Dont hold, arms so wide Wont be chained to your solid side These tears, forever uncried Rock falls on tempestuous tides
Dont touch, olive skin Binding tightly ungodly sin Exposed, truths will sting Wont see you writhe in pain they bring
Dont weep, for this soul Untamed hearts can never be whole Black hair, shines like coal Nightmares bear a heavy toll
So turn back, from this face These lips leave an acid taste Go find, a cleaner place Dont asphyxiate in my toxic waste
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Apr 8, 2014 3:27:28 GMT -5
Post by LonelyForsaken on Apr 8, 2014 3:27:28 GMT -5
I like this so much I'm not even going to mention the rhyming. Oooops! I just did. Sigh!
I come away from this feeling "Don't" and think it makes a better title.
I've been on the receiving end as well as knowing the truth of its being but… It doesn’t make any sense but sometimes this is all we want or need for our entire life. They say there is someone for everyone. It is bullshit but the sentiment holds true and the fit is what matters. All our self loathing doesn’t make the fit untrue.
Thanks for sharing Angel.
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Apr 14, 2014 4:48:17 GMT -5
Post by twistedangel on Apr 14, 2014 4:48:17 GMT -5
Heya LF I put this on the misc board cos is not about being down on youself but more about being honest with youself an knowing who you are I guess is a bit of a warning to those guys who love to put on their white armour that i dont need saving an TBH would probly eat em for breakfast an not in a good way they is a fine line between a listening ear an good advice to jumping on the back of some strange destrier
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Apr 15, 2014 1:15:24 GMT -5
Post by LonelyForsaken on Apr 15, 2014 1:15:24 GMT -5
“they is a fine line between a listening ear an good advice to jumping on the back of some strange destrier” – I don’t see that line as being very narrow and, “…but more about being honest with youself an knowing who you are” I don’t believe you do either. In your line of work every bloke you meet is going to play on your affections. It must be damned tiring but where else are they going to go to practice, not to mention, get off easy for their bad/poor methods. LOL Movies, stories, and maybe even at a genetic level we men are told you all want to be saved. Mannerisms, romance novels, etc., it is too prevalent in our society to ignore but no one ever stops to wonder, let alone ask, saved from what? My independence, loneliness, hell… myself? We are such contradictive creatures and It’s not limited to one sex. We all want to be saved but we all want to be strong enough to save ourselves too. Should I want to be saved from my independence? I don’t think there are many who would say yes to that one until loneliness becomes unbearable. But then, most try to have their cake and eat it too. But I see this poem as the antitheses of this notion. It says “Don’t”, stop doing that, quit trying with me, leave me alone. It says, I’m too broken to be worth the effort and I can’t be fixed anyway. But, all those reasons why “lowly old me” is unworthy are also the reasons why it is a lie. Very human IMO.
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