by Justified12 » Sun Oct 21, 2007 2:50 am
Ok so this is a poem I wrote for an English assignment at school lol...
Eclipse
I bite my lip in distraction, gnawing the soft, pliable skin,
A breeze tickles slightly at the back of my neck
As hot sunlight battles with it for dominance
The familiar war of elements in spring
Comforts an anxious soul, consumed by winter-chilled fear.
I break a physical barrier, gain emotional entrance
Following the flickering light that’s found there,
It entrances me like a tiny insect,
The subtle allure of artificial buzzing calm
Uniting with the barely warm glow that emanates.
I delve into the depths of a soul,
Walk the tightrope of psychosis.
My bare feet stick painfully to the freezing tile floor,
Skin stretches to leave ghostly imprints that soon fade
While I wait for a spell to blur reality.
“Inside should be safer than out” I say.
Crawl within myself and hide till its over.
But scratching darkness awaits me in my head,
Infested with unrelenting black bugs
That breed and birth and breed again
Longing to deprive me of my sanity, rip away my pride.
The air is thick with glazed temptation,
Words that no one dares to speak aloud.
A bloodshot eye drenched in liquid envy
Keeps watch over my purple-tinted dreams.
Twisted branches sprout from a sinister trunk
Reaching into the sky to claw irately at the clouds,
Frayed grass is painted with glistening unshed tears
And I sit alone beside a jagged edged sea
Forged from the shattered pieces of my mislaid heart.
But even when a fixated hum drags me back
I still remain that wandering un-dead flesh
Cradling a faint sun that sets in neither realm,
Turn to face the whispering solution of hope
And meet only a gruesome, disfigured demon
Taunting my trust with games of chance,
Wielding a power beyond fate and destiny,
A charming lie within the cloudy depths of truth.
But I will not be tempted by illusory visions,
Not when the struggle has worn so thin.
I am mere months from my resolve,
Battling on with a sword built of training,
The blade glistening bright with absolution,
The wooden handle glued steadfast into my palm.
A few final strikes and the war is won.
I wear no armour against failure,
Hold no shield to protect me from loss,
The path I carve is everlasting,
Its sides engraved delicately with ink-stained paper
Middle excavated wearily with the day’s final act.
A crowd roars behind me with enthused expectation,
Waving a banner embossed with an emblem of rank.
Inflict a mortal wound! Taste the dust!
Presented with the winner’s prize
An intricate silver cup that holds my freedom.
The world is partially setting on an era,
An eclipse tainted by fierce uncertainty,
Yet welcomed after such infinite strain.
As smouldering quills are finally laid to rest,
Golden tips melted from strenuous effort.
Together we form an army
Fighting in this unavoidable, obstinate war;
The gunshots ring their last as we approach the horizon.
It glows orange in the wake of those lost,
Now the vivid gleam of heaven draws near.
Honey lacquered clouds cushion my ego,
A reassuring voice silences my inhibition
And soothes the remnants of past apprehension.
I fall into the feathery soft grasp of a goddess
That gives me wings, strong and secure.
I find myself no longer alone
Nor battling beside a legion of warriors
But safely nestled in a place I can at last call home,
A destination that eluded my grip until now.
I am at peace, lying within the suppleness of rapture,
Its ample, never-ending perfection is beyond comprehension.
Almost undeserving of such a reward
But I look back on the past,
Remember the dark trials that have been faced
And realize that this is where I have always belonged.
"Now that I know there's something to know, I can't not know, just because I'm afraid somebody'll know I know, you know?" - Willow
