2 poems by me

[vampbarbie]

Sorry about the lack of titles. I can never think of any! :roll:


The mother who finds the note,
blue tacked to the mirror
Scrawled fast in desperate biro.
The last note.
Written not to her,
But to a girl,
who she has never even met.
Her boy child decided that a noose
made him free
from the shackles
- from love -
that bound him to
that fair haired girl
who haunted his dreams

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It fogs the window pane
A blunt scratch.
A pale scar
that burns
like lust.
Smoke on your soul.
A hazy cut
made by a quicksilver knife.
Cloudy sex hidden behind hate.
Fear that chokes you
In your sleep,
then softly breathe again.

[JHXMT]

I very much liked both of these poems. The first one's a very clear one to interpret, but meaningful all the same. The second one seems (to me) to be much harder to fully understand - but what I do get from it is a very strong feeling of sadness and...not so much hate, more resentment...

Very good writing. :)

[Danae]

Wow, those are really impressive. So full of feeling...though very sad and bitter feelings.