St.C pt.7
Finally. It was hard to remember to post here, since all the poems were written some 2 weeks ago. Anyway, this is the final one and it’s rather clumsy compared to the others, I think. But it’s final and that what matters then.
rain.staring
things turned around a lot recently
things were done, exchanged and wasted
sky darkened this evening
soon afterwards it rained
the sound a slight massage
as I lean on the windowsill
staring right into the gloom
your presence is the comfort I need
besides all the hate
emotions and cries
the rain’s still there
and maybe as we stare right through
I will feel your hand
and be calm for a while.
St.C pt.6
dust on glass
sweet breeze and hot sun
outside the world turns warm and soft
inside it’s still too cold
and I walk out
but stay behind
since I didn’t care
what was up with me then.
So I’m blinded by the light
frozen by the wind
turn to the window look myself in the eye
as I break the stare and fall
I notice the dust on the glass
St.C pt.5
grip and gin
feeling the sticky wood under my head
everything is so clear to me
altough I can’t see a thing
blurred and distorted
glass spread on the floor
fallen body of a liquid killer
haze and heat
everything is
past joy and has long moved to guilt
a broken vow
a broken promise
and what’s left for me then
but your hate and my own
failure lying on a table
tossed myself aside
looked for confort outside arms and words
jumped and drowned for now
help me
I failed in front of both
you and me so
is your hand still there?
St.C pt.4
Wanted to post this earlier but then wordpress was offline and I forgot about it^^
here it is then.
leash ripped
you never held me tight
never did you make me feel
soft skin and warmth
never did you grab me by the neck
and force a collar around
distance
overwhelming fear and favor
so when I leaped at him
claws and fangs outstrechted
there was just the feeling
that a leash just ripped
that I escaped from what you gave me
but it was all in my head
distance
and the chains which
bind two solemn sleeping souls
are never to break
so as I struck him
hate within my heart
all I dragged was sudden guilt
not a ripped off leash.
St.C pt.3
distance
some thoughts are shared
emotional empathy
aid in the field
since when we know what it means
it’s meaningless
so far away
so much pressing distance
what you think
I think
so far away
so what
great cold distance
exist to be crossed
never mind the path
we’ll walk it anyway.
St.C pt.2
hate
keeping it simple
remaining straight to explain
the world is shattered into shades of grey
nothing is easy
not just black and white
and I can’t justify what i feel
with the color you bear
but I enjoyed the pain on your face
for what you did
revenge now confirming
how weak my grip on myself was
but it’s good
your agony
my joy
this time no apology
can’t feel sorry for you
sharpened smile
but I feel her stare in my beack
have failed her vows
but I did it with her in my heart
but still no way to justify
it’s just that…
I fuckin’ hate you
St.C pt.1
The next 7 poems have the same background… but that’s irrelevant to anyone here.
melee
always assuming you knew
recognised the border
so as you crossed a line
spat upon what I held up
I hope you looked into my eyes
ferocity
willing to kill
call me mad
but we all have a point
behind which there’s no return
just the long fangs of our inner beast
I’m not sorry
but I apologize
I hope somebody cleans up the mess
sounding emo
I really hate this. It sounds as it does not suit me. Or does it? meh.
——–
had to watch you disappear
getting lost below the surface
drowned or buried
all the same
you are gone now
washed away
does it matter if I cry
you never would have for me.
lisra's broken mirror 