Protomen - the Comm ~ View topic - The Dark Miasma of My Soul (Poetry Thread)

Joined: 03 Sep 2009 Posts: 217 Location: Knoxville

So, I noticed we didn't have a poetry thread, and seeing as I write a lot of spoken word, I figured, to hell with it, and I started one. Feel free to bare your souls and cut yourselves here.

I guess the first one I'll post is the most recent. I have been rather frustrated by the recent rash of LGBT teen suicides as of late, and I needed to vent.

Every time I hear about another life pushed to an early end by the careless fucking works from ignorant mouths, all I want to do is wrap my hands around their throats and squeeze till nothing hurtful comes out again. But, that would just mar the the names of those lost souls further. So, I swallow my rage and humble myself again, and people ask why I think it's a war? Though, they have a point. For it to be a war, there would have to be casualties on both sides. This is a massacre, and the enemy wields a weapon sharper than any blade. Ignorance, and the hate born out it. so we steel our skin once more. Sticks and stones will break my bones and push me off the chair with a rope around my throat.

And I promise, they never get any less depressing with me. ^^

I really liked that and kudos on this thread. I've been wanting to start writing poetry more often and this kinda gives me a reason to do so, haha.

Annnnnnnnd with that said, I think this is really the only poem I've written recently that holds any sort of worth, imo.

The truth lies within your eyes,
As the smoke rolls up from your lungs,
Escaping through your parted lips,
To where it finds peace in the night.

Lies inhabit your bright eyes,
As I roll forth from your heart,
Escaping through the valves,
To where I find no peace inside.

What luck would have it?
Bound to you by a heartstring,
A heart beat, a heart murmur,
Always pumping poison through your veins.

Freedom is at my fingertips,
The struggle between head and heart,
The lack of logic, of anything sane,
How I long for your burning warmth:

And like hell you burn me up,
A hell I can't live without,
A heaven to those who don't understand,
Those who are naive and unknowing.

Our lips touch one last time,
As the smoke rolls up from your lungs,
Escaping through your parted lips to mine,
As I now find peace in the night.