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pricking needles;
her voice stung like that.
not death,
but pain.
not love,
but torment.
a glistening light,
fading away
to foreign eyes.
a beauty that,
in wane,
fails its follower.
pricking needles in her eyes,
and she\'s looking at me.

its like she finds
my core
and gouges deep
lifts up what i didn\'t want to remember.
they told me she lied.
they told me she was blank.
i had to see for myself,
but now i\'m stuck,
covered
in pricking needles.
©2003-2010 ~lathe
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i hate descriptions, especially when i have nothing to say.

"think twice before you touch my girl / come around i'll make you feel the burn / think twice before you touch my girl / come around come around / no more."
-Eve6

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:iconjfreak:
that sucks dude.

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// jesse j anderson
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:iconbreaking-reality:
I really like the imagery in this one, the first stanza especially. But it would be better if you cleaned up the second stanza a bit, the whole, her being blank thing, threw me off. o_O

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Samantha J. Ballard
:iconjfreak:
lol, sorry I wasn't clear on that....the poem is fine...I just mean "sucks to be you" sounds like it wasn't exactly a happy situation.

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// jesse j anderson
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:iconaracinth:
dont touch it. I know what you are talking about. Bummer too. We need to talk more.. like i never see ya.

Hope you feel back to up to your normal everyday meloncholy soon.. :-D

This is awesome.. + Fav.s (If i can figure it out.. i hate the changes they made to this thing.. nothing works on these darn macs anymore.. maybe its just me)

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what dreams may come, on twisted loving wings...

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June 21, 2003

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