Alanna's Poems
Deconstruct
Pieces small and fragile Held like ancient butterflies In a nest so easily destroyed |
So many layers have been torn away
Reshaped to become myself Like the taking and leaving of gifts By the waves Is this never ending? The ebb and flow Of bitter tears and smiles Laughter Fear As what we know is ripped away Returning in time Like the changing of seasons When will this inferno end Eternal It's scars the bones For life |
Really like your poems, thank you for sharing them. x
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Deep! Some deep stuff here.
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Both of these made me think. "held like ancient butterflies...in a nest so easily destroyed." is my favorite line. It has a haiku-like feel to it.
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Thanks for your comments :blush: . It's been far too long since I wrote on here. This is something I wrote tonight. It's been a tough day; perhaps these words can bring some peace...
This is the Devil's playground The place where I have come to dance No roses bloom beneath my feet And the air is frozen on my breath as I Walk forward into blackness This is a place of hatred Beauty has no place And the path lies naked and cold In this field of famine there is only pain And no salvation In the pity of others Who see not what I see What would be left If this were to end? Brutality shines clear upon your surface Beneath it Life Or imperfection. Everything unravels And I am left trying To hold the pieces together |
I used to be frightened of bones;
Infinites; corners; certainty; clear edges But as I see the bones protrude Hips; ribs; knees; the stubborn jutting of a collarbone As the beast comes out to play Baring me like a bleached skeleton Dancing upon your grave Fools! I'm not dead yet I'll keep swallowing this bitter poison Drop by bitter drop But for my angular comfort Who brings me my dreams in a silver cup But shame and bitterness mingle And I do not know who to follow I am your master; Your muse The shell you will leave behind Whatever your end |
Flesh; "fat"
Sometimes weariness. Bones and shadow as He digs deeper Every mouthful chokes; every moment Always checking Perfection Elusive, exotic as she dances Beyond my fingertips Tomorrow I will try Harder If I have the strength I will try harder |
these are good,I like 'devil's playground' one the best :-)
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These are all beautiful!!
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Thank you :blush: :o
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Hate becomes me;
Skin, bones, sinew It is the blood running through my veins The poisoned apple rotting hope It is the bad dream which keeps me from sleeping But never leaves He is always present In every breath Picking clean the bones Like a bitter old crow There is always something for him to Feast on He never leaves |
Filth
That's what food turns me into Scrubbing and scrubbing, But the hunger is never enough To make it go away And you are never perfect He makes sure of that But still you reach Catching at the wind As he taunts you Like the iron words above Auschwitz "Work will set you free" But it's never enough And you will never be enough Scrape away flesh, muscles Anything that can be worn away Striving for your own Mirror image One of which you can be proud But for now it's not enough Tomorrow you will be better Tomorrow you will find control Tomorrow you will sip your water and Pick at your flesh without complaint For bread is too good for you |
He sits in the cold
Half light, Cutting the pieces smaller and smaller Every day is less His laughter keeps me warm And I feel free, fingers stroking the fine bones As they bloom, White and honest I grow As the light changes And feel my way, Stronger for the loss of my sight |
He deftly scribbles notes
And with the ease of a seamstress Draws the tape tighter Pinching edges; Tapering, moudling as the bones rise up Flesh eaten away As hunger becomes something More aluring And I, his scribe |
He picks and unpicks constantly,
Regarding her with constant scrutiny As the bones rise to the surface Fear She is covered in it Every morsel regarded And abandoned as the flesh falls away Never fast enough As she moves though a dream world Every doorway barred, Every person an enemy who might take it away If they knew There is bliss as she fingers the bones Their fragility is a strength and cover She craves And it is hers, but she wants More Just for her She croons and rocks and Promises And finds there is a wholeness To nothing |
He sits
"Bird of prey" Consuming my every thought As I consume nothing and the aching Grows less and less And the cage, more prominent You are still a prisoner inside this body Remember that |
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