JasmineRose Posted April 24, 2012 Report Share Posted April 24, 2012 The Song of the Mad Things/Grief I am not a monster, I just need the space to be myself. I'm not through grieving yet. Please allow me. I'm human too, I'm not a monster I'm me, Not you. I am bleeding memory now. You deplete me, the dark. The silence of the damned of those whose regular minds have departed where sorrow is a lust. But it's not an easy place Tiny pinpoints of fright pierce my skin with irritation and rage. You think I can control it? Pride, they say it's a sin. Its convoluted sorrows arc thin through the desert-scape. No one can hear my distressed scream - it hurts to have many faceted minds, mostly troubled and hurting. The split that shares my skin is sharp. Shears my skin, paper thin. They act from their own minds, defences deep. I reel from it. I am haunted. Your breath writes on mine, and I am tainted. Copyright JasmineRose Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catsmother21 Posted April 24, 2012 Report Share Posted April 24, 2012 I think it's really good, wish I could write like this - I've run out of likes for today but will come back xx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fanta Posted April 24, 2012 Report Share Posted April 24, 2012 Jasmine these are really good, You have real talent.xxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JasmineRose Posted April 24, 2012 Author Report Share Posted April 24, 2012 Thank you both, that means a lot. I'm working on making my work more 'general' as well as personal. Can anyone relate to what I describe in my poem? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greenthing Posted April 24, 2012 Report Share Posted April 24, 2012 ((((hugs)))) yes... i write poems too. i think i posted one here but now i can't remember where :blush02: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JasmineRose Posted April 24, 2012 Author Report Share Posted April 24, 2012 Thank you. I need to pay more attention to the creative work here.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JasmineRose Posted May 1, 2012 Author Report Share Posted May 1, 2012 truth/un[w]rapping The sins of the modern age - put all sorrow in a cage mask it with rage and call it a sin. Why has humanity always seen open pain as a sin? Why should the troubled have to explain their sorrow? Who am I to contest this? Who are WE? How can I take you in? I can barely bear myself [my sin] It would encase you in my emptiness, see. A sea, nay a river ravine of soaked wretchedness and no one would have sought that. If you could transfer the darkness from my eyes away from your grin you would see. Copyright JasmineRose Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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