some words..*trig*

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  1. kindtosnails

    kindtosnails Staff Alumni

    ok..just because i can never post anything without saying something first..these are just some "poems" and i say that because theyre not nearly good enough even to be classed as that. but they help in some way so thought id share..thats all really. some may trigger...
    Chained to you,
    My invisible twin.
    Droning on inside my head.
    You live there.
    Showing me things I don't want to see
    While I sleep,
    While I wake.
    Words in my head, did I think them?
    Did you put them there?

    Are you me?
    Am I you?

    Sometimes you walk beside me,
    Whispering in my ear.
    Only I can hear
    the words you speak to me.
    You watch me and I watch you.
    Two people.
    But as I turn, you're gone.
    I try to run but you're still here.
    You live in my mind.

    Are you me?
    Am I you?

    Here you are again
    The familiar sharp
    I feel you everywhere:
    My face, fingers, feet,
    But just for an instant
    then you're gone.
    Then you've left me again
    The smell of charred skin lingers
    Yellowing and black.

    How I long to be.
    I look at you and fel comfort
    And disgust.
    I know it won't be long until I need you here again.

    You're not needed
    We're fine as we are
    No room for you

    You don't need opinions
    You don't need to speak
    Sit in the corner
    No one will know

    You're not wanted
    You never were
    No room for you

    Just don't show us up
    Don't show your hurt
    Sit in the corner
    No one will know

    Your hugs distort me,
    I'm silenced by your kisses
    Words you've put in my mouth,
    They've entered my brain.

    I'm changing all day;
    Different versions of myself.
    Am I what you want to see?
    A mirror reflecting

    Who am I when I'm alone?
    A blank mirror;
    Alone with my thoughts,
    Your thoughts.

    Cut into my skin,
    The smell of burning flesh.
    The only thing that can be real

    Because you didn't tell me to.
  2. Allo..

    Allo.. Well-Known Member

    What you write is whatever you want it to be x
  3. thedeafmusician

    thedeafmusician Staff Alumni


  4. kindtosnails

    kindtosnails Staff Alumni

    while i might like them to be poems, i cant justify calling them that. they are just words. i didnt mean to start a debate:eek:hmy:
  5. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I think they are more than just 'words' - they're your feelings and you are justified in putting them on paper, so to speak. It helps me a lot to be able to write down what I'm feeling, whether good or bad. I feel at my worst when I can't write at all, when the words won't come but the feelings persist. Keep writing, no matter what you call it.:smile:

  6. blub

    blub Guest

    Blueberry, thats beautifull :hug:
    I see them as poems, really good poems :smile:
    I espacially like the first one,
    maybe because I can relate to it
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