Take off this uniform
and leave the show.
But I'm waiting in this cell
Because i have to know.
Have I been guilty all this time?" (P.F.)
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers. (Sylvia Plath)
Mazochism (first version)
I will scratch the cuts you have left on me
till they won't stop bleeding, so that the scars
remind me forever.
Of what was NOT.
Then I will wait till they all run dry
and soak my body in bleach,so that they
can marvel at my pale,snow white skin,
my noble blood
Finally I will cut three limbs off with an axe
and then drag my pure clean torso outside
to dig the soil in the hope of finding you,
my stillborn love.
|Poetry (Personal)||2008-09-24||Noble mazochism|
|Rant (Personal)||2008-09-27||A verbal cuddle|
|Poetry||2008-09-28||Your 6th deadly sin|
|Poetry (Personal)||2008-09-28||A love full of hate|
|Poetry||2008-09-29||Roses and rope (just a thought, in memory of Ian Curtis)|
|Poetry||2008-09-30||A quick desperate Gumtree-ad|
|Poetry (Personal)||2008-10-01||A drunken rant about heartbreak,vomiting,and an answer to "A".|
|Poetry (Personal)||2008-10-04||To a Friend who I fell in love with.|
|Poetry||2008-10-07||I am NEARLY done with you, -as we are done with all eventually.|
|Poetry||2008-10-27||11 days more of heartbeats|
|Poetry (Personal)||2008-11-04||It is not really a poem,but I need to write it down.|
|Poetry (Personal)||2008-11-13||Hospital bed|
|Poetry (Love)||2008-11-22||The chemistry of pain|
|Poetry (Personal)||2009-02-15||A clumsy simple confession|
|Poetry (Personal)||2009-03-10||Another simple confession, with fading colours.|