Purge & Patches...maybe this time..

[Secret Scoobie]

Okay so nobody responded to my last poetry thread... but hey, I'm a pessimist who likes to be suprised!

These are inspired by but not based upon Buffyverse issues.
They are my poems and these words are mine. :unsure:



Purge

Pathetic soul.
Huddle and caress the diseased ground
You’ll lose yourself. If you want it.
I despise you, in all my ways.
Sick to the stomach
[You’re sick]

Disgustingly weak.
Pungent waves submerge you.
Hardly half-attempt to try.
Anyone’d think you want this
Snap out of it.
[You break]

Purge imperfection.
Driven to thin it out.
You’re stuck like this.
They’ll all notice.
Never better. Never
[You’re worse]

Miserably ignorant.
You’re not listening, are you?!
Lying there with eyes of plastic
Muddied tears and porcelain leaks.
Can’t fool me.
[You fool]

IhatethisIhateyou

Infectious affliction.
Swallow all the priceless pieces.
I will not feed you.
Starve it through atrophied bones.
Dose me up.

Acquiesce a poison flooded cure


Patches

Sew it on tight,
into my skin
My exclusive straitjacket,
don't worry - I don't need to breath
I'd choke if I didn't know how.

It's desultory,
but I can't swim inside.
The air is viscid abhorance
and I suffocate on self deceit,
drowning through distortion.

I'm ragged,
crawling through wear and tear.
Another and another patch to stick because
sometimes the truth falls through
but I fabricate, tying layers of lies.

Sick and tired,
or deathly ill and lifeless exhaustion.
Disintergrated costume, void of regard.
Peel it off, rip it seam by seam
I don't need it.

Empty open eyes.
That cursing light appears again
and by the dawn of defeat
I stitch the pieces back together
until my fingers cry.

I'm back on stage,
shining - like you want to believe
I want it too
but fool's gold is only ever what it is
and all it ever will be.

I belong to my patches... but they do not belong to me.

[Just Willow]

they're both beautiful! i especially liked the first verse of the second one.

[Secret Scoobie]

Aw thanks so much JW. First comment

I think I am a little too abstract sometimes, but it's just how I think . *karma for reading them*

[meliafairy]

Hey Scoobie!

I just wanted you to know that I really enjoyed both of these pieces.

I love the idea behind Patches!

My favorite of the four pieces that you posted would definitely be Purge.

These lines in particular:


Infectious affliction.
Swallow all the priceless pieces.
I will not feed you.

I love when a piece of writing can be applied to multiple situations or when I read something and I immediately can apply it personally rather than just reading into the author's personality.

So yep rambling now.. I'm good at it

In short... I really enjoyed reading these and thank you!

[Emmie]

Powerful stuff here. I love the dichotomy of voices you establish in Purge. There's a gritty emotional violence there that sucks you in. Some really fascinating imagery also - "Lying there with eyes of plastic" - is a particular favorite line.


I love the first verse of Patches too.

"Sew it on tight,
into my skin
My exclusive straitjacket"

The idea of an "exclusive straitjacket" is thought provoking and expresses this idea of the self-imposed prison.

[Secret Scoobie]

THANK YOU both so much for reading these, and not only reading them but reading in to them as well - exactly what every poet wants to hear!

Leia, that is so wonderful that you were able to find a way to interpret/relate to parts of Purge, I love how poetry CAN mean so many different thing to different people, and this is something I tend to strive for in my work, so thank you!

Emmie - so many kind words - thank you again! hehe, I'm so glad you enjoyed the 'voices' and the imagery. And thank you for saying there was a power in it. That such a big compliment!