[x]

Maggots in the MorgueIs it the spark or the twinkle in the eye
that I eat?
dreams and hopes now faded
being devoured by my minuscule mouth
all metaphorically of course

I eat the actual eye
dull and glassy
marbles polished with a gray layering of dust
in a now vacant mind

I start at the pupil
a small black hole waiting to swallow me up
maybe I will eat some of the iris too
but not to much
as not to overindulge
considering that is the best part

Brown, green, blue
a mix of all or none
but always different
unique, some may call it
but it all tastes the same in the end

After that I start going straight through
never mind the glossy white surroundi

Stereotype MeYou try to make me fit into your stupid thoughts
as one thing
I am only a thing to you
something you can fit into a category

I am a cheerleader
that must mean I'm stupid or popular

Just because I wear black clothes
and eyeliner I am goth

And every day I read books
Which makes me automatically a nerd

I don't have tons of friends to hang out with
so now I am a loner

To you I am an object
that you can place
where you see fit

I am much more than that
in every way

I am a cheerleader
a goth
a nerd
a loner
and so much more than that

I am me
so just try
to stereotype me

BottlesOpening closed doors
and ripping out the souls that lay behind
is not how you help people

When we were young
you told me
"You can't bottle things up, you have to let it out."

But I didn't listen
I filled bottle after bottle
all shapes and sizes

Every emotion
every memory
filed and packed away
for a day that I hoped
would never come

They were in there for a reason,

And you decided
that you had the right
to break them all open
to see the things that lay dormant inside

Not carefully,
one by one
you came in and shattered them
all at once

Broken glass
lay at your feet while we both stare at each other
panting, waiting for

Mother NatureTree ring eyes
and quivering leaves
she shudders
as his ax reopens wounds

Sap flows down her cracked face
sticky tears of age
slowly falling to earth
in a silent cry for help

Home is where the heart is.Where do I go when
My heart is a blackened hole
A cave in my chest

She's Already LeftI'm done
it hurts and I don't care
they tell me I have no depth
but they don't understand

I'm the little girl who watched the windows break
shattering bones and glass
I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming,
red and blue lights echoing through my eyes

The one with lonely nights spent breathing
my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking
I can't move forward

I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor
glue made of sweet blood has me reeling
it's on me
my hands are drenched in someone else's pain

She doesn't remember
all those times when I needed her
I can't hold on to something that's not the

Choking on SilenceSilence

Silence and your eyes
watching me
to see what I do next
to see how can I embarrass myself further

Maybe I can shout out
how my lungs feel
when you leave
how they tighten within my chest
I can't do this anymore!

I could tell you
how my arms have the burning desire
to hold you
and never let go

It doesn't matter though
why would it matter?
when I see you pulling away
my hands reach out to grab you
but I catch only air

You've disappeared
Is it the words I've said?
because I can take them back if you want me to
suck the air back into to my lungs
so maybe they won't be so tight anymore

But no, I start to choke
My he

A Sterile GraveOne hospital bed
Filled with blank eyes, leaving marks
On pristine white walls

One or the OtherIt's not one or the other
I must have more choices
a variety of different decisions

I refuse to be placed
put into a box
waiting to be check marked from the list

And once you place me there
I'm not allowed to leave
stuck in bold letters of common enemies
or allies

But there is in-between the lines
and gray areas
keeping us away
from limited options

Tell me I am different
I have my own categories
too unique to just "fit in"

I'm better than pre-created place holders
ignorant stereotypes given
by simple minded people

Am I not allowed to fall in between
be that gray area in your black and white painting
I can't deal with be

Terrible WordsBlood pumping
heart racing
I start to sweat

I'm running
away from these terrible words

They chase me
everywhere
they're gaining on me

I run faster

If I could just make it
into that safe place
deep inside me
where they can never reach me
where I'll never have to hear them

They try to hurt me
I won't let them
I'll become a hard stone
that nothing can penetrate

Not even these terrible words

They're gaining on me again
my adrenaline is starting to fade
my breath has become short gasps

Why do they have to chase me?
Why can't I find that safe place?

My legs won't carry me much farther
the end is in sight
if I could only ma

Puzzle PiecesPut that over here,
and that one next to this one...
no, that doesn't fit

Piecing you together
has become my favorite pastimes
trying to figure out what you're thinking

For you, I'm like a five year old puzzle
Cute, but easy

For me, you're like a 500 piece puzzle
hard and long
but worth it in the end
to see the beautiful picture

I pick up a corner
which looks like a part of the sky
putting down next to the one
that might be a part of your past

Every time I get close though
you add a hundred more pieces
a hundred more questions
a hundred less answers

And you won't even give me a hint
to what I'm trying to make

But as I pi

Bring Them to Their KneesHer body is a cavern
wishing to be filled with happy memories and warm smiles
instead she is hollow

Everything inside scooped out with tight hands
gripping and grabbing
pulling out her innocence
throwing away the young hopes
replacing it with self-loathing

She walks seductively by
covering up all her insecurities with tight clothes
and the perfect amount of make-up

Hiding her fear within swaying hips
giving out lustful looks
bringing whomever she wished to their knees

She didn't need anyone
she didn't want any help
that's what she told herself

She had control
power over them
had them begging for her

Not the begging like sh

Cutting AwayWeird
me?
or do I just seem uninhibited
making myself into this

Polite, friendly on top
quiet and a little off underneath
most of my time spent thinking

But I can never come to a conclusion
where do I lie?
on the other side maybe
then again I could still be here

Hanging on by threads
slowly being cut away by society
how cliche that sounds

No, it's not society
but even I didn't expect who really held the knife
chopping the ropes I clung to

Hopes for a mistake
a glitch in the process of thought
leading me to this undenyingly painful ending
that has hurt me in ways I have yet to understand

I wait in the clouds
becoming quie

CracksBroken
that's what I am

Okay, I'll admit
maybe that's a little over dramatic
I just have some small cracks
below the surface

Nothing major
at least not to me

I won't say I cry myself to sleep every night
or cut my wrists
because I don't

I sleep perfectly fine
and the thought of cutting myself
is just weird to me

My life is nothing to complain about
I have a few friends
both my parents are still here
and still love each other

That's more than most people can say
So why do I imagine
all these bad things happening to me

Why do I think that one day
my mom will kill herself
or I might get raped in a dark alley

My day dreams

My Body is My OwnA hand on my back
arm brushing against arm

Don't touch me
Don't touch me

Closer- backing away
holding- pulling
no thought yet put into this

Don't touch me
Don't touch me

Grabbing at my sleeve
seeing self mutilation
instead of just self-preservation

Don't touch me
Don't touch me

Burning skin
heating the room
watching your horrified eyes

Don't touch me
Don't touch me

Screaming- pushing out
Helping- walls are formed
Ripping- doors have already closed

Don't touch me
Don't touch me

Get away
stay away

Don't touch me
Don't touch me

My body is my own

Don't touch me

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 1.1 KB more ▶

More from ~LyingViaPoetry

Unfamiliar WallsTears blind my eyes
yet cannot blind my heart

Could this water have possibly seeped back
instead of pouring out
flooding my brain so I can no longer think

I just want you to be happy
to see that you aren't alone
but you turned your back on me

My eyes aren't the only ones
filled with unshed tears
you've had so many that it may be the reason
your eyes are the most beautiful blue I've ever seen

I know you are trapped
in between unfamiliar walls
but I will save you
I promise.

Forgotten DreamsI'm so tired
eyes nearly closed
soon to be sealed tightly for dreams to be exposed

Can you see it?
the way they drop like wilting flowers
the lids gently caressing
coaxing my mind into sleep
by cutting off the world

I want to sleep so badly
it is just out of reach
due to the constant thoughts running me in circles
through my head

What of tomorrow
or the next day
am I ready to face everything

Or will my non-existent world come crashing down
shattering into what used to be

Letting the cold seep into my bones
surrounding me with lost memories
and forgotten truths

But my eyes are still drooping
unable to heed the warnings of

Home is where the heart is.Where do I go when
My heart is a blackened hole
A cave in my chest

Two-Sided CoinIt is said that the more you like someone
the more attractive they become to you

Well, you're looking pretty damn hot right now
so is it because I like you
or are you just that sexy
I don't even know anymore

The perfect face you wear
matches your funny and sweet personality
we made so many happy memories together
so many times you made me smile

But that is just one side
of the coin that makes up your being

It's also said that the more you dislike someone
the more unattractive they are to you

I guess that's why you look like a hideous monster
something that has stepped out of my nightmares
a twisted, angry face
with claws for

Counting Sheep1, 2, 3, 4
Counting white balls of fluff
in a large area covered in spring green and dots of pink and yellow
going over the fence

What a boring fence...
maybe if it had barbed wire
and it was painted bright purple!

23, 24, 25, 26
They're still going
over the pointy purple fence
their wool moving slightly in the breeze

This breeze does nothing
how about some strong wind
yeah and...rain
maybe lightning and thunder too

39, 40, 41, 42
I'm surprised the little creatures haven't blown away yet
soaked fur and still jumping
sheep really don't belong out in the rain

So to put them out of their misery
they can be giant frogs
giant

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

#ThePoetryofDA
DA Poetry Club

#Writers--club
A group for all writers!

#PoetsandWriters
Authors of all things Lit.

#The-Poetry-Cafe
Poetry and Writers Welcome!

#PoeticalCondition
A safe place to express yourself

#Writing-to-Live
because words are necessary....

#Open-Mic-Poetry
All poets are welcome

#poetry-all-the-time
for the poetry fanatics

Show all (15)

Details

Submitted: December 31, 2012
File Size: 1.1 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 11
Favourites: 23 [who?]
Views: 139 (0 today)
Downloads: 1 (0 today)

[x]

Endless Lake

by ~LyingViaPoetry, Dec 31, 2012, 12:00:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Dip your toes in the icy depths of poetry
let it sting with it's truth
start to comfort you with it's twisting metaphors
I have yet to leave this serene lake of words

Ripples turning into voices
spoken with enough force to push me under
make me gasp for breath as the lines finish

Poetry becomes us
becomes love and hate
understanding
souls holding on to anything that's left

My hands glide across the water
feeling it's pulse
the beat of a heart romanticizing and utilizing the words
we have learned to make

Fading into an ever-lasting tremor
the tremble you hear when emotion becomes too much

Waiting in the pause
silence before the question
that one question that you know will haunt you

Hold the air in your lungs
the waters grasp has slipped
from around your chest

Breathe while you can
before the grip of a poets tongue
can pull you under once again

Endless Lakeby ~LyingViaPoetry

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming...

Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Jan 9, 2013, 8:05:12 PM

OK. Duty calls, so here we go. This was a remarkable allegory between poetry and a lake, and I enjoyed the language and technique generally. I am delighted that many modern poets and some deviants here have remembered these, as they are valuable and long-established tools of trade.

The first stanza took mew immediately. Icy depths of poetry. A very thrilling-and yes! chilling! [excuse my pun] simile. The remainder shows sound use of spoken word use and free-genuinely free-verse style. Exceptional material, that I see rarely lately.

Poetry does become us, it always reflects the emotions that we claim are part of us. Very true!

What do you think?

Fair Unfair

The Artist thought this was FAIR

1 out of 1 deviants thought this was fair.

No Replies

Devious Rating

Vision

Originality

Technique

Impact