My letter to anyone and noone who reads it
By Kaleidoscope_Heart
….(Inhale)….
I can feel you judging me, but
I'll hear
your confessions.
Here I am.
Open.
Vulnerable.
For you
to feed on
whatever you need.
Take all
of me,
(if that's what you need )
to grow.
..I know
you're still judging me.
I sense it.
But,
I play dumb.
I play numb.
I stay intense,
away
from reality.
So subtle in my
casualties.
In my self destructions
and
recreational resurrections.
And silent,
in my passive murders
of your
dirty mirrors.
I kill what makes you less pretty
(If only you knew this, maybe you could see me)
I read you.
Then, I eat
your dark energy alive, rather than feed it
like
a passionate,
pretty,
parasite.
Then, I digest your
diseases for you,
(as you stare at the remains)
so that you
can name the remedies for yourself.
I’ll only judge you,
if
you choose to stay the same.
Because you see,
my greed, my need,
lies in breeding beauty
from your pain.
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IF YOU’VE BEEN APATHETIC THIS WHOLE TIME, PLEASE REMOVE YOUR EYES BEYOND
THIS POINT.
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…..(Exhale)….
My mind is a blue room full of burning
mirrors,
There is where, I reherse my confessions
(Sisters,
forgive me, for I have sinned)
Your ears are distant from me.
(I understand why; I am disguised and it’s just not natural to
listen that closely)
but as a child my stomach was filled with needles
and butterflies.
And my mouth was at war with my mind.
I
cried,
out of my desire to speak
out of my forced silence,
out of my affairs with secrecy
(and my ache to be ignorant,
to keep my thoughts stagnant).
I wanted to pry my eyes from my
mind
to eat the monsters that speak in tongues of memory alive.
Hissing
in careful syllables at the sky
Asking why I
couldn’t be them.
(Why I couldn’t be like you.)
Why
I
had to learn how to teach myself
how to make my pain pretty
how to interpret all the insane imagery that invaded me
during
every single spec of time that immobilized me
especially at night.
Then I decided to purge my insides.
(And they always manage
to spill
so sticky out my attempt to shun pity
but still stay
pretty.)
Silently kissing my wounds on an island of perfect
silhouettes and angelic voices, I split
my Self in two to be my own
savior,
(so that I could save Her.)
and be right enough to help
you.
Innocently rotting,
plotting my escape from reality
every day.
And wearing a smile coated in sugar and lipstick
for
anyone else who needed to vent.
I pretended that my cries were
silly.
That I was only one hurting me,
(Because that’s what
She said)
so that I could stay perfect
like a sick, stoic
statue.
I kept my eyes like dry ice in the public eye
fearing
I would suddenly melt
into
thick black oil
and stain my
perfect skin
that somehow turned red every now and then
from
all the secret letters I wrote to my sanity on my skin,
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To: Pretty
From: Parasite
“Sorry I couldn’t help you last
night, I got into a fight
inside a glass house with Her again.
I was sure you would be fine without
me this time.”
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….(Inhale)….
You don’t have to understand my pain,
I just need to make it pretty.
I’ve learned that I can’t destroy
my demons
But I can name them.
I can tame them
Train them,
to paint
A self portrait of your pain.
Sincerely your
escape,
- Empathy
Comments on "My letter to anyone and noone who reads it"
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On Monday, September 3, 2012, Nameless Pariah
(126) wrote:
Just the title itself caught my eye. I probably looked too much into it, but I read it as "anyone who is someone and nobody who is no one". My poetic side twisting it around. But this was breathtaking. I love your style of poetry. I'm envious. ;)
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A former member wrote:
The way you write, the way you format, I should say.. It's wonderful. I need to experiment with the way you write, if that's okay. I like the asterticks and every thing you use to make pauses and flow. It all comes together smooth and perfect.
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On Friday, May 21, 2010, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
well i must say that i found myself drooling during that. could be the tic tacs but...you really took me into that. and i had nin playing in the background...it was quite perfect. i loved everything about this piece. and i wish that you'd write more often to feed my spirit...well and because they are so refreshingly lovely
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A former member wrote:
this emanates strength throughout..incredible.my head is still reeling..this is a confession in itself
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On Friday, November 27, 2009, melodies revisited
(30) wrote:
Absolutely stunning. I especially like the last bit. It spoke volumes to me that few things can. Excellent write, my dear. ~Melodies