Drip...drip...drip...
From the tip of the knife, blood drips
As it hangs loose from my fingertips
...
I will not let go...I will not hold on
I will not be here...I can't be there...
Grey is my favorite color.
Metal to flesh...look into my eyes
I will not...I cannot slash your throat
Or drive this...deep...deep
into...flesh...fresh, human...man...
I love to drive things into things...
Acid in bottle...tilted, glass... bottle
I will not...I cannot tip it further upon features
Calm facials...sweet in sleep...only
Or force this...down...down
inner tubes..changing states as it flows
Watching liquids flow...calms me greatly
A presence lingers...a shadow hovers
around my bed...hands grab me
Reality catapults me out from my nightmare
And again I'm here...drenched in sweat
So I will not be here...I can't be there...
Grey is my favorite color.
Comments
Amma
Firstly welcome to Neopoet,
Your writing a little macabre but well written and it read well, hope that the colour changes for you soon lol,
Take care out there,
Yours Ian.T
Dear Amma,
Your writting is exciting and chilling! I love it! (I also write dark poetry and identify it with the name eddy styx, in the title! eddy styx is my male alter ego, dark and murderous!) I loved the whole poem, it stirred my emotions and gave me a little shiver! Your style and language usage is superb! Favorite lines of imagery:
A presence lingers...a shadow hovers
around my bed...hands grab me
Reality catapults me out from my nightmare
And again I'm here...drenched in sweat
So I will not be here...I can't be there...
Grey is my favorite color.
p.s.
my favorite colors are black, red and purple!
always, Cat (& eddy)
welcome amma
hello! i like this dark thing you got going on. i think it could use a little touching up, but a very good start! nice.
always,
mag
Amma,
the pain that is felt to want to do something evil, but our enbreaded humanity will not let us. yet we pay in our dreams with the emotion that follow us into our awoken state. Careful, it is how a serial killer is born.
I good piece of writing. driving the point deep into the conciousness.
thanks for sharing your dark place, it is a form of therapy to write of your pain.
Welcome to Neopoet, "land of the freed poet's"
Eddie C.
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Amma
A warm welcome to Neo Poet
I have just read your poem . You write in a very unusual way. It sounded to me as if you were arguing with yourself.
well done I look forward to reading more of your work
Chrys
Hi y'all!
Thanks for welcoming me so warmly and taking time to read my piece.
Candlewitch, i will go for purple and black any day too!
Ian.T, sometimes, i also hope so too.
China Blue, i think i always argue with myself...gets frustrating sometimes!
"THE PAST IS JUST A LESSON, THE FUTURE IS NOT YET WRITTEN. I LIVE IN THE NOW!"
Eddie, i love this quote
Emogothgirl, you are very welcome to give suggestions as to how best i can touch it up...i will be very grateful. Thanks
I'm happy to be here.
Hi!
Thanks, Lonnie
OMG AMAZING!
wow soo morbid but AMAZING!!! i love it!!
hi
i'm glad you love it, LoVe!
thanks...
AKWAABA TO NEOPOET. LOLZ
I read your piece and it reminds me of a movie "Nightmare on Elms Street". Found it hard to sleep afterwards. lolz. Your poem has a dark imagery. I can almost still see and feel the blood dripping from the tip of the knife.
And quite frankly, your "Repetition" work too. flowed neatly. nice work.
once again, welcome to neopoet.
Hi
Thanks for your comment. Glad you enjoyed reading.