We try to find the love in everything
Our faces, our bodies, our possessions, our kin.....
But we are never satisfied
I look in the mirror hoping that my soul will reach nirvana
My hips, curves
An everlasting bounty
Danced
So I too will dance
Alas my heart grew weary once I felt your presence
Intrigued
Determined
Hunger
Rage
My heart grew and yearned for something so painful
To mend, to break
To kill
Satisfy my urges with blood poring from within
Still I Danced
My heart grew thicker
My feet blistered
Rising
Pouring
Firing
You cannot tell me I have not found it
I lived
I breathed
Truly soaking in the beauty beneath me
Her blood spilled upon my grave
And yet I....
My body craved
I cracked
Red
Red
Red
I bashed my head
I raked my thoughts
Healing as though tape would help mend the scars
Hiding my shame
But I'm not ashamed
My body was given to a world without tames
No bounds
No answer
No proclivity
Yet I Danced
It hurts
That I'll be glad when I'm dead.....
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Author:
Nine Ball 🎱 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2023 02:30
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
(forgive my rambling below
I was aiming to comfort and empower
and add a little levity, I promise
I wasn't taking your poetry's sincerity lightly..
thanks for sharing, dear poet)
healing and releasing
begins with digging deep
beyond the surface hurts and bruises
to those repressed hopes and wishes
we dare not consider
lest we be burnt and scarred deeper
dig dipper, wise Poet
the part of you that embraces an end to breath
may be part of the problem
we must face our ugly, raked raw
naked and still
unflinchingly reach out, a fingertip
soothe that we hate most, in what
we see or feel
and let our true desires, surface
'glad when you're dead'
but weary soul, think
of all that ice-cream you left behind
untasted
what a tragedy, stick around a little longer
i'm sure there will be a flavour, you'll desire...
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