Hello, hello! So this is some of my poetry, which is being put blatantly on display here for critique and criticism. Of course, I know I shall be ripped to shreds for this.
Just… when you finish, comment or critique? And tell me which one you liked best! :D
Oh, and I’ll be adding more later, so check back!
A bland smile etched on your expressionless face
Eyes cast distant, into your inner universe
Your thoughts have gone astray
Your mind contemplates the innate workings of your heart
Come back to me, my ephemeral friend
Plant your feet on solid ground again
Heart and soul captured on paper
Onset of frustration as I fail to realize my imaginations
My mind wanders to places my spirit dares not
Great crooked crags upon which crimson waves crash
Impossible to portray—priceless
Those sad eyes cast skyward in solemn prayer
Cannot be mimicked by a mere mortal as myself
Majestic seraph with eagle’s wings
How can your perfection be grasped by one so lowly as I
Overwhelmed and enthralled by imagination’s limitlessness
Oh, if only I could show the world what cooks in my mind
The green mermaid-witch, vicious creature
The demons that haunts my nighttime soul
Locked inside my thinkbox, unreleased
Won’t you like to gain a peek into my subconscious?
Wander into a place dark and fearsome
Yet bright and promising all the same
My mental screams of anguish
My silent cries of joy
If only they could be shared
I scream—reach out for you.
Deaf and blindfolded—
You cannot, will not hear me.
Cut into my soul and feed
On my agony.
Musical, lyrical screaming—and
Beautiful, eclectic yells of pain.
Bastard child of God and Satan—
Who cares for this lost soul?
The blackness of the quiet
How its thick fog suffocates
Choking smog of silence
Gasping desperately for air
In this ocean of despair
Scream to break this atmosphere
Tension stretching fine and sheer
Frightful, loveless quiet
Lonely, blinding solitude
Reach out to kill this silence
OR it will destroy you
The child sits in his room, alone.
Boredom permits his imagination to run wild.
He hears the wind whisper to him.
He feels a presence close by.
Where is Mother?
Every noise he hears sounds sinister.
Fear envelopes him and he drags his blanket around himself.
The door creaks open—
A figure moves into the room.
The child readies himself—
Who is it? What is it?
He feels his chest constrict.
He holds his breath
As his nocturne visitor moves towards him.
It’s alright, child, fear no more
For Mother is here.
All is well, all is well.