Just because you're breathing doesn't mean you are alive,
Though the shadow underneath me begs to tell me otherwise.
So I was lying but I knew she couldn't quite come back for me,
For the serpent curled within your ear has crawled back to the sea.
It was then I learned, only then, I realized,
Love and hate are so connected-
There is no dividing line.
On a burnt polystyrene shoreline,
I might walk alone, you might stand behind me when I fade,
Scrape away my footprints,
Tell them all you never saw anything,
You never did see anything in me.

And I don't mind at all.

She's cracked and crying;
Watered vase down, trickles and trembles,
Locked of hair and smoke, lies and fables,
Dreams are spent to steal your comfort,
What's left to incision is your touch,
And not enough is always just a little too much-
In this place.

As she holds me down, points me into her skin,
Beyond the current tide, a lullaby drowned within,
I'm not a man but,
You know I can pretend...somewhat.

As far as I go, of all we can never let go,
It could have been everything,
But I guess now we'll never know.

And I'm still right here, still breathing.

Nice work welcome to the form i am sure you will love it here,
Rose

thats some good work welcome to the form.....would like to c more

Thanks both of you, heres something else I wrote at the same time that's similar in idea (But completely different in concept)

North star weeps and beckons in,
A south star illusion drawn up from the sea,
All along the shore, waves just wait to begin,
I was one with the ocean and she kindly raped me.
Slowly, gently pulled my wings apart,
So beautiful that she waited for them to crack,
And in the dead of the salt she gently broke my back,
My bones, they shifted and became the sand,
And I was one, for once, with this ocean of skin,
And you know, after this, I never could quite go home again.
~~~
The calming choke of the undertow,
Pulls the child from the waterfall,
Too young to die, far too swallowed to swim,
Lay the bottom for what felt like forever,
And they say that forever has no end,
And that will always be something that I can't quite imagine.
~~~
Sleeping for one more soft serotonin drenched reflection,
One more melanin and mirrored compass,
To point me back into myself,
Drag me back beyond the point of no return,
So I can once again pretend I've returned to see you, beautiful.

Really good poems
Thank You for sharring :)

Thanks Fatal Truth, I see you're an H.P. Lovecraft fan, that's always a good thing.

Here's one more that's completely different and pretty depressing.

Model Citizen

You wash your hands in bottled water,
Exercise is important because it makes me better, and stronger, everyday.
You put your bed against the wall to make sure you always wake up on the right side,
Jewelery on the front lawn to make stealing easier in this day-to-day world.
---
A mirror in every room to make sure you're a pretty one,
A conscience in the corner just to tell you otherwise.
When I get old, you know I'll be like you,
Car on the lawn, making payments, dog in a cage, waiting his days out,
I'll get married with the knowledge that I'll someday get divorced,
A skeleton in a wedding dress just waiting for the final day,
Nice hair, perfect teeth, always rambling about something,
With a detuned hearing aid.
---
Model citizen; No problems with authority,
In bed by 9:00 p.m. because I still believe in ghosts, and satan,
A kind and courteous approach to life and death,
A soft enigmatic smile make of stained glass and ritalin,
Some Zoloft, Enzyte, and a nice comftorable funeral gown,
So I can lay outside (like a weed in the lawn) and await my day to die.
---
Bibles out, smiles lit up in a million pretty shades of "everything's the same",
In its place, like it's supposed to be.
Because everything is nice and kind and calm and stereotypical,
Everyone fits in, everything's just a little bit too perfect.
Genetically I am your father, physically we've never met.
Face like a radio, always buzzing, full of static,
Hands like diamonds, cold and expensive,
But not worth anything in the end.
Thank you mom and dad.

Beautifully written, well done. You must have done this before, its brilliant if you are a first timer!!! xxxsarahxxxx

loved ur work... loved the way u write, especially the second one

*can't wait 2 read more*

cheers
bloody_red

Glad you both liked them as well, thanks, and I'm not new at writing though I don't write that often- usually only if I'm inspired or at a low point or an emotional state.

u better get inspired soon... i really love ur work!

Hehe, supply and demand, huh? I'll have one out in awhile.

weeds.

Soft and dry- on your back,
Tied to the floor without a need to react,
Quiet, cautious, smiling without a reason,
Almost like, almost like I've forgotten why I'm here.
--
Come, my ugly rain, remind me what I am,
When the water thickens my hands drift along the land.
You can never leave me, better off desperate than needy, they say,
Could have been something, maybe everything,
And the insects of eden, they should have known,
Draw them in like venus flies, and eat the path back home.
--
(Well even a devil looks human on his knees)
My leaves detach to the swelling of your curve,
At least now I know I'll never get just what I deserve.
--
Her eyes upon the ivy hold the only truth I know-
Wrapped and wandering, cold, pondering,
Something that I always knew but never seemed to follow through;
Drawing in the skulking sound he placed his hands upon the ground-
With a truth too small to find, yet too close to miss,
The only thing I know for sure-
We aren't coming home from this.

*claps so u don't hear her* good work *whisppears*

hell! i loved each word in it... really amazing!

*waitin for more*

Thanks again.

Some Child
How am I ever going to get this blood out?
Why if I had a boy like you-
I'd keep him here, cold and quiet, give him cancer,
A dirty little metal cage with a pretty silver bell,
Some syringes, a nice headache,
A painful ringing in his ears that sounds like an ocean,
With a siren, always singing into serotonin,
Promising of better days.
---
A little styrefome cup full of red and blue eyes,
A liquid explosion within your head,
Some invisible friends who choose not to know your name.
I want you plastic and I want you deformed,
I want to keep you far from harm by keeping you alive,
Plugged into a wall beneath the sky,
Cracked and splintered by aspirin, always a little numb but that's okay,
I just want to scrape out your insides with a needle,
Fill them up with truths about lies.
---
I'd like him calm and smiling in the hallway,
I would make sure that his reflection is made of dead butterflies and yarn,
And when he walks the stitches shift just a little bit,
To let him know that there could have been something inside.
That nothing he sees is of his own accord and
When being yourself is overrated,
By the process of elimination you should become someone else.
How am I ever going to get this blood out?

beautiful, really beautiful

Grey u r so talented... i'm totally in love with ur work

cheers
bloody_red