Gabbles' Musings

[SJ]

Great poem.

[barnabasvamp]

This last one was wonderful.

BV

[Willowtree252]

That was wonderful

[gabbles]

Thankyou Dianneswillowtree, barnabasvamp and SJ for your words of encouragement, very much greatly appreciated xo


Stupid

I trip along the broken cement
Feet catch on cracks too deep
I jump across the greater craters
While staring at the slippery sky...
In places all is solid
Showing scars of mended path
These spots are rare
Unusual
Alone

The paths are red
The road it beats
This surface aches
Thumping with everything

I trundle along this shattered shame
This broken way
In a calm and almost surreal manner
To come to a gash
A wound
A hole
Void of anything but black
It's much too big to leap across
Too deep to climb in then out

I sit
Heavily
My legs crossed
Chin resting in my hands
And start, as I realise
This is my heart
This hole You made
These gashes residue
Of this one large dent

I feel ill as I sit at this precipace
Realising that this forlorn and battered world
Is my heart
Is me
A stupid metaphor
But one all the same

My stomach drops
My serene glance fades
All is not well
In this lonely, scarred place

I stand
Breath
Step
Without thinking
Into the void You made
And fall
Neverending
Into the black inside my heart...


Times Ten

You smile
Then laugh
It creeps into your eyes
Sometimes a green so deep
I get lost...

You run your hand along my arm
And I shudder
Shamelessly
At such a feeling
My stomach aches
My fingers itch
To show you a return times ten...

You give a sideways glance
To the outside nothing
To me everything
And I step back
To avoid doing what it is I want
Time ten...

Your hair falls in your eyes
Ever adorable
And your lips are red
Ever kissable
Your skin so soft
Ever touchable
All times ten...

I close my eyes
And breath in deep
That smell of you
Clean, fresh, inticing
I bite my lip
At how each time how much I want you
Increases
Times ten...

I lean forward, then back
So used to unrequited...
Then smile
As you pull me forward
And further

Into something returned times ten

Into something beautiful...



Not my best, but just felt like writing Feedback is always loved

[SJ]

Great writing.

[gabbles]

Thanks SJ
Just some new stuff here. Hope its liked. Feedback is always loved


But Not


Drip Drop Splatter fade
I listen as it falls
Beads like blood and
Cascades like tears
How to stop a steady flow

I startle as I feel it
Crimson while it’s clear
It hurts to feel it
Hurtling
Down my porcelain cheek

I close my eyes in desperation
Don’t want to believe
It’s really happening
Betrayed; again
Again
And again

My throat
Tight and swollen
Fingers claw with extreme reaction
Leaving such a pretty welt
I shake
At the sight

It drips
Drops
Splatters
Fades
Red
Yet
Not

Pain
But
Not
Me
But
Not...

It just drips
Drops
Splatters
And fades...





Like

It’s raining
falling around me like blood
singing the Earth
wet and burning
crimson when others see clear

I dangle out my fingers
feel it pool within my palm
seeping out so slowly
An utter shame it has to go

The world is red
shimmering
Glittering upon the leaves.
It coats the world as
people rejoice
And I just can’t understand.

You turn your face and look at me
eyes seeping drops of cherries
Your skin translucent
pale white
I shudder as I see...

I turn my face away from yours
painted with such truth
it pains my eyes
makes me shudder
shining scarlet
gleaming with that blood...

[SJ]

Powerful words.Great poetry.

[gabbles]

SJ: Thanks heaps


Promises

Promises,
they break too easy
you’d ask them of me
things I couldn’t hold
but would offer to you
Fingers trembling with the effort

When you couldn’t see
they’d slip
through my fingers
falling
to crack open upon the tiles
Pieces would surround my feet
shame
times a thousand
littering the floor
Red faced
pale lipped
on my knees
I’d scrape them up
glue them together with my pretence
placing them back upon the shelf
A shelf of things that can’t hold true.

I lay
leaking broken promises
The guilt is gone,
you left
ran
fled.
Promises I don’t need to hold anymore
I sweep them off the shelf
watch them crack along old lines
splintering
and gone.

[SJ]

Great writing.