Poetry [ III ]

 
   
 
   
   
     
 

[ idol ]

This is what you made - me
Contorted and moulded
To fit your shallow idealism's

I can never be as great
As those who came before me
But I can stride with my own power
Fuelled by my own fury
Burning inside me

That fire which you tried to quench
Doused in your own restricting passion
Love?

Tormenting me with guilt
Which has only made me resent you more

I want to take this life
You made for me
And shatter it into razor sharp splinters
Because to destroy myself
Is to torture you

© ACR, 16/3/00 

 
   
 
     
   
   
     
 

Lucifer (sonnet)

Do you enjoy causing pain? You seemed to
love my suffering. As you watched me cry,
and screamed obscenities, my hatred grew
In silence, like a foetus inside my
decrepit, foetid, unclean, unseen womb.
Now the contractions are constant, draining
And the life that is pulled from my dry tomb
(hollowed hole, androgynous void! Straining
my senses, confusing my gender!), this
Hate that now pulsates and breeds in your light,
Lies on the floor groaning. I will kiss
It's lips, embrace emotion, that I might
Fly - becoming stronger than all your world -
return to heaven, from which I was hurled

© ACR, 28/10/99

 
   
 
   
     
   
 
     
 

[ the drowning man ]

She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water

The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards

One by one her senses die
The memories fade
and leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her

Starting at the violent sound she tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows receives her
And downs her at its ease

I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave

Everything was true
It could have been a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story

The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man

You leave me breathing like the drowning man

~ Robert Smith / the Cure

 
   
   
     
 

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