[x]

Evening childWe’d sit on porch steps
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles

We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards

For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellis

Hero ComplexI bartered my soul away
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth

He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words

He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound

The Bambi syndrome(Dis)regarding logic and sensibility
I like to sit on railway tracks, feeling the vibrations beneath my finger tips
Just beneath the blood vessels and haemoglobin
The whirring of the air being sucked out from my lungs
Chicken is not a game for the faint hearted

She called me reckless, and that scared her
Because I craved the adrenaline to flush out the morphine
I balance on bridges, always teetering
Cheshire cat grins as we run across highways
Darting blurring hues of monochrome grey and black cars
In the dark, only headlights visible
Deer in the headlight

Then we ran to abandoned warehouses
Smashed windows and ate shards of glass
Drowning

Hocus pocusI want to hollow out my eyes
And hold them in my palms
And see things with a new perspective

Because everything around me seems
To be slipping out of focus
And magic words don’t fix broken wrists

The lost one's weepingListening attentively to the burnt out sounds
Rusted wrists don’t know how to do anything
Other than to harm
Crack open the loaded guns
Clench a cigarette between breaths

I’d come to realize lungs are suffocating
So I cut them out with dandelion limbs
And tore out my eyes to avert my gaze
Aching for salvation I was greeted by empty pews
And broken hymn books scattered among the graves

Lost lamb prodigal son, there is no home to return to
Only ruins and car crash features lay
Where tombstones used to stand

In ruins I sat playing crack the sky with wolvesI haven’t changed since the last time we spoke
At least I don’t think so
Because my knuckles are still rusting over
And I can see you still have those lovely diamond lips

Sometimes I glance over at your cloak and dagger collar bones
Remembering how they would hold galaxies in them
While I rambled on about cabbages and kings
And you’d laugh and call me a child
Even when I wore skirts and dresses and heels for you

I’d still run past you and the stars
Chasing the sun in order to burn out my lungs
So I don’t have to breathe you in
And remember the taste of your synapse vowels

I don’t know why I still talk

Rag dollI am the type of girl who hides in forts
Bruised knees drawn up book in hand
Surrounded by cascading towers of paper backs
And a sea of empty tea cups with chipped edges
Folded into a chrysalises of sonnets and haphazard haiku's
Patched upon one another

Sic transit gloriaI’ve realised that life is like a kaleidoscope
Different fragments interlocking and interchanging and overlapping
But in the end
They’re all just broken disjointed shards
Haphazard pieces of coloured plastic and blurred retinas

pyromaniacI set the sky on fire
I watched the stars burn
I smiled while the moon turned to ash...

Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeat
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s

Mors AtraDust motes gathered in the corners of her lips
Bruised and rotting her mottled lungs fell apart
The skin of her wrists were smudged with pretty pink roses
And below her dissolving pupils just above the plains of her cheekbones
Were streaks of yellowed pages and posies
And ten days later she fell asleep under a bed of earth and soil

Ungodly hoursThere is no such thing as accidental haemorrhages
Not when childhood bravado’s are blurred by nicotine and late night shows
Charcoaled lashes and panda pupils we’d sit on rooftops
Night owls caught in a snare of lace and hard liquor

UnknownI'd listen to radio signals
But all I'd hear is chlorine bleached static
That leaves a the bitter taste of Advil in my thoughts
Drugged up in an anaesthetic haze of morphine induced comatose
I'd clench my teeth to stop the florescent vowels
From escaping my insomniac lips
I've chewed them shut and pasted book spines on my ribcage
In an attempt to be something organic and interesting
Because the plain Jane exterior I've laced between my iris's
Is becoming a contradiction of what little sanity I possess

A half visible mirage rots in broad daylightI think I fell down a hole
That was six feet too deep
And I don’t know
If I want to climb out anymore

Because it’s so wonderful down here where the stars
No longer hold meaning
And voices can no longer be heard
Over the sound of decaying matter
Waiting to be recycled

pusillanimousI wanted to slice the sky open like an artery
So I could see what a real night sky looks like
Not one seen through filmy glass and insomniac irises
I wanted to see the world in all its clarity
Not fuzzy charcoaled edges blurred with hazy carbon dioxide lashes

Is it so wrong to dip dye myself in decadence?
To breathe in the smoky sweet haze of a drug induced s.l.e.e.p
Lemon lips to stave the hunger
Ican'tevenholdapenciltopaperanymore
Without ripping myself wide open and spewing my guts for all to see
(We don't do this for the thrill, we do it to prove we exist)

I am laid bare on chrysalis pillow cases and moth ball sheets
And I c

Browse More Like This

Download File
TXT, 396 bytes more ▶

More from ~grew-up-a-screw-up

fallen

She had fallen a long time ago
She broke when she fell.
No one tried to catch her
They all knew she was falling.
The fall had left her broken
She gave into the pain.
She allowed the madness to take over
She didn't try to stop it
After all why should she?
No one tried to save her
She submitted herself to the darkness
Everyone turned away.
No one listened when she cried herself to sleep
Everyone pretended they couldn't hear her screaming at night.
She had fallen
And people let it happen.
She suffers
She feels the pain.
She doesn't cry
She smiles madly.
She knows she's fallen
And she doesn't care.

going under

She had given up
Allowing the misery to swallow her.
She had been broken too many times to be fixed
She allowed the madness to slowly consume her.
She was drowning
And nobody tried to save her.
She had been torn apart
Ripped to shreds from the inside.
She had cried all the tears that could be shed
She had been destroyed on the inside.
She had felt the pain before
And she was drowning in all of it.
She had broken under the pressure
Everything was too much for her.
And she is lost
And cannot be found.
She is fragile like glass
And is now broken.
She screams herself to sleep
She has fallen.

the piano

Silently a girl walks into a room
She sits down quietly.
Her fingers gently run along the piano
She smiles.
She begins to play a dark melody that fills the room
The sound echoes in the corridors filling the house.
The melody is dark and sad
It tells a story that only she can read.
The melody flows like a river
The memories flood out.
She plays never faltering
Her story is played for all to hear.
But not everyone wants to hear
People often ignore the things they don't want to hear.
She ends her song
Gets up and silently walks away.

a blank canvas

If the world was a blank canvas
How would you paint it?
If you could start everything afresh
How would you make it?
Would you colour trees purple?
Turn the sky green?
If the world was a blank canvas
I would paint the world exactly the way it is.
Think about it.
There is beauty in the world as it is
So why change the colour of things?
When you can change yourself……

the music box dancer

the music box dancer
twrils round gracfully.
she quivers to life
as the music plays.
she twirls round and round
her simple yet elegant dance never falters.
she lets the music lead her
the sweet melody soothes her.
she continues to swirl
until the music fades.
she slowly stops
to her final twirl.
her dance is finished
and she goes to sleep.
waiting to awaken
so that she may dance again

my normal day

mum:hi sweetie how was ur day
me:it was pretty wierd...
mum:why wat happend?
me:well i got chased by llamas....
mum: and?!
me: i fell off a cliff....
mum: again?
me:yup
mum:ok..and?
me: i ate a rank sandwich when i asked for a jam and peanut butter sandwich...
mum: what kind of sanwich?
me:(gag) liver and onion
mum:o...k
me: yh
mum: anything els?
me:yh i also got bitten by a dog,attacked by squirrels, stared at by some weirdos and i nearly drowned in the river and i got a detention....
mum: so normal day?
me:yup, strangly peacful
mum: yup an easy day

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

#Unseen-Writers
For the writers and readers

#teenPOETS
come gather ye round.....

#LooseLacesPoetry
Poetry Feeds Our Souls

#Poets-Refuge
Poetry Poem Refuge Poets-Refuge

#Morbid-Poets
Beauty in Darkness

#imreallyNOTokay
... trust me!

#writers-pack
express yourself.

#PoetryFeedsOurSouls
Feeding Souls With Writing

Show all (12)

Details

Submitted: February 25
File Size: 396 bytes

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 27
Favourites: 30 [who?]
Views: 263 (0 today)
Downloads: 1 (0 today)

[x]

Of boats and bouts

by ~grew-up-a-screw-up, Feb 25, 2013, 1:12:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Winter leaking into our phosphate spines Fingers curled and clawing at sun baked whispers behind our lips Trying to convey what silence tastes like on parched lungs Misfortune snapping at our humming bird fingertips The lost do not wish to be found.

Of boats and boutsby ~grew-up-a-screw-up

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

~~love 0 0~~

~~joy 0 0~~

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Indigo-Moon-Shadow Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

So much emotion in so few words <3

~grew-up-a-screw-up Mar 4, 2013 Student General Artist

thank you

~UndertheShaydeWood Feb 27, 2013

AS ever, tantalizing imagery so sensually rich and meaningful on many levels. Excellent.

~grew-up-a-screw-up Feb 28, 2013 Student General Artist

Thank you very much

~svenspade09 Feb 26, 2013

and as always you write unbelievably well

~grew-up-a-screw-up Feb 27, 2013 Student General Artist

thank you, and as always you write incredibly thought provoking comments

~svenspade09 Feb 28, 2013

I try.

~grew-up-a-screw-up Mar 4, 2013 Student General Artist

Well, you succeed

~svenspade09 Feb 26, 2013

Ash winters and droughted lands filled with roaming souls faith all gone, tonged twisted or mute words never to describe nightmares of waking and sleeping yet find comfort in the company of another even if its for a restful minute.

~grew-up-a-screw-up Feb 27, 2013 Student General Artist

and yet people fade and dull, rounded edges and sharp jutting cheek bones with tongues folded behind them, words are senseless and comfort is a fleeting touch of burnt out neurons

More from ~grew-up-a-screw-up

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

Of boats and bouts

Of boats and boutsby ~grew-up-a-screw-up

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style