Post by Secret Scoobie on Apr 4, 2009 7:51:58 GMT -5
Unsure if I'm allowed to post non-buffyverse poems in here? These aren't based on Buffy but they are inspired by. The first one is about loneliness (Relate to Buffy in early s6) and the second is about waiting (Relate to Buffy end s2/early s3) but they are more personal creations that written for other characters.
Neglected
Embedded in a crystal tomb of tarnished grey
In the shadows of a midnight desert
Heaving breathes like wisps of smoke
Pools of deposited pearls drown withdrawn eyes
This grotesque skin is my charade
Dilapidated and torn, it itches.
Release the tortured newborn shredding neglected entrails
Tear it from my frail bones
Desecrated sobs quake the desolate terrain
A casualty bare witness
Deaf, mute and blind
Or perhaps indifferent
The sense to care is absent
The presence is insignificant
Isolation deathly poisons the silent sufferer
Rubies spill in mercy
Silver flames consume
Mind, body, soul
Breaking dawn flutters condescending
Til bitter rays cast light upon the sacred place
Remain nigh but ashes of broken life
A better place.
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Where The Dead Hopes Lay
Today is day one thousand,
and still and silent I remain.
Here I have been waiting,
one thousand days in vain.
The cobwebs tangle though my fingers,
binding to the rest.
Staring at the bus sign,
pondering the arrival I quest.
My skin is ridged and worn;
My eyes are black with stains of ash;
My scars are thick and burning;
As I cut one thousandth gash.
As frugal tears bring acid rain
burning a crater beneath the bay,
A pothole littered with broken promises,
question me, why stay?
Black cape cast around my shoulders,
I stand and pause to mourn.
A despondent glance, a decisive stride,
Unshackle the forlorn.
Forward, I will grow.
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My style is ambivalent, and structure is my favourite thing to play with. I hope these can be read and interpreted in a desirable way, and that the abnormality doesn't deter anyone.
Comments and criticisms would be great!
Neglected
Embedded in a crystal tomb of tarnished grey
In the shadows of a midnight desert
Heaving breathes like wisps of smoke
Pools of deposited pearls drown withdrawn eyes
This grotesque skin is my charade
Dilapidated and torn, it itches.
Release the tortured newborn shredding neglected entrails
Tear it from my frail bones
Desecrated sobs quake the desolate terrain
A casualty bare witness
Deaf, mute and blind
Or perhaps indifferent
The sense to care is absent
The presence is insignificant
Isolation deathly poisons the silent sufferer
Rubies spill in mercy
Silver flames consume
Mind, body, soul
Breaking dawn flutters condescending
Til bitter rays cast light upon the sacred place
Remain nigh but ashes of broken life
A better place.
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Where The Dead Hopes Lay
Today is day one thousand,
and still and silent I remain.
Here I have been waiting,
one thousand days in vain.
The cobwebs tangle though my fingers,
binding to the rest.
Staring at the bus sign,
pondering the arrival I quest.
My skin is ridged and worn;
My eyes are black with stains of ash;
My scars are thick and burning;
As I cut one thousandth gash.
As frugal tears bring acid rain
burning a crater beneath the bay,
A pothole littered with broken promises,
question me, why stay?
Black cape cast around my shoulders,
I stand and pause to mourn.
A despondent glance, a decisive stride,
Unshackle the forlorn.
Forward, I will grow.
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My style is ambivalent, and structure is my favourite thing to play with. I hope these can be read and interpreted in a desirable way, and that the abnormality doesn't deter anyone.
Comments and criticisms would be great!
