Lyli

Here's a poem I recently created...

Body Bag

You've made your mark.
Exceeding muscle and tissue.
It stopped at the heart.
To laugh and critisize.
It shrank it to a size so minute.
It questions the continuity of existence.
An unhealthy disorder inherited.
By the bloodflow of the masses.
Clogging its veins with a batch of homemade venom.
Steadily increasing the dosage.
The arteries distressed-fluid seeps through paper-punched holes.
Concluding in the toxic liquid absorbing into the carpet.
Days could pass, and you could remove the body.
But the stain still remains.
Entitle me to my opinion.
But I forgot what it was.

Nolla

I'm not entirely sure what I thought of that. The full stops made it feel really disjointed. Maybe you were going for finality. Obviously I can't say so for you but it felt very...I dunno...caged. It threw me off and I found it hard to enjoy it. Though the description is very interesting. Don't over do it though. Keep your audience guessing ^___^ Unless you wanna be obvious. But yeah...I like it

Lyli

Thank you for the feedback! I'm not sure I understood it though. lol Keep my audience guessing? To be honest, I don't think anyone could possibly understand this poem unless I told them every detail. Ha. Which is what I was going for. I like to make my poems so sentimental, strange, and different, that when you hear the description of every line, it all clicks and makes sense. I like to make "thinkers." Just my way of writing. I've done the whole rhyming scheme and I want something different. At least, that's what I was trying for. This poem was influenced by a friend of mine...

Disection (If you care to know):
You've made your mark.
Exceeding muscle and tissue.
It stopped at the heart.
To laugh and critisize.

He spoke words to me that affected me and made me question all my motives, and it reached far beyond my exterior. He made me do some serious thinking, which touched me emotionally. And in a way, he was kind of being an asshole, still affected me none the less.

It shrank it to a size so minute.
It questions the continuity of existence.

His critism brought me down to a low, it felt like he was shrinking my heart with his piercing words, and then the thoughts of suicide came crashing in (who doesn't have those, right!?). I was going to use another term or some sort for beating in place of existence...but existence just felt better to me.

An unhealthy disorder inherited.
By the bloodflow of the masses.

This means basically, I take in every word and it affects me greatly. So his (or anyone's) words were "flowing" through me.

Clogging its veins with a batch of homemade venom.
Steadily increasing the dosage.

Here, I mean I'm creating my own hatred for myself, believing what other people think about me. My mind was beating myself up, or "poisoning" myself. And I carefully thought this out, the veins carry blood TO the heart, the number one metaphorical term for your emotional core. Sending poison straight to it.

The arteries distressed-fluid seeps through paper-punched holes.
Concluding in the toxic liquid absorbing into the carpet.

The arteries carry blood AWAY from the heart--what I meant here was all the badness that was inside of me, is flowing out. Only making myself look like a jackass to the public. And the public is the carpet. The "carpet" was aborbing how I was represnting myself.

Days could pass, and you could remove the body.
But the stain still remains.

Time could go by, but the damage is still done. I can't take away what I've done. My history lies in that stain.

Entitle me to my opinion.
But I forgot what it was.

This part has multiple meanings. I have a seriously terribad memory. So if I had an opinion...my bad memory wouldn't allow it to be remembered. And I think that connects with the "removed body." Also, it means as if my opinion or my say doesn't matter. To the person who this poem is addressed to or inspired by, he has a way with words, making me feel like crap and everything I thought I wanted or could say to him, I always end up forgetting or just not even bothering, because he'll just take it in the wrong direction.

Long explanation, I know........Woo, can I get anymore wordy?

Nolla

lol Thanks for that...honestly though...don't explain your poems to anyone. They lose all mystery the moment you explain exactly what they are about. Thanks though ^^

Lyli

More poems.

I Hate

I hate my thoughts and what they mean.
I hate the world and its constant schemes.
Is it even possible to be free of being judged?
You’re just a fool, you think too much.

And when my realizations come to the surface.
I’ll go about hurting myself on purpose.
I know what I do and I know why.
To punish myself and feel alive.
I hide my arms, no one knows.
What I see are scars reminding me of bad choices I chose.

Then my mind starts to turn.
In directions I never imagined yearned.
I seek the back of my thoughts.
What once was good, has been lost.

I begin to hate the ones I hurt.
Convincing myself, they’re the reason I laugh at deaths with a smirk.
And in my conclusions, I’ve come to this.
My sad, heart-breaking list…

I hate everything you are.
I hate everything you stand for.
I hate what you've done.
I hate what you've become.
You won't see my pain because I won't show it.
Nothing will change and you know it.
Take me now or forever live in regret.
It's your last chance to forgive or forget.

Though you shouldn’t forgive a sinner like me.
For if you do YOU will be the next victim to be deceived.

Contradicted Mind

You're such a fool, stuck between yourself and a lie.
A contradiction confused of your purpose and why.
You constantly change your opinions and mind.
Mixing around what you thought you knew of life.
You make it so obvious to be negated.
And you wonder why you’re so hated?
Quit letting in the little words.
You deserve to live, you do have worth.

Murdered Innocence

Hands of a child.
Draw me a little smile.
Combining red, black, and blue.
Fixating on your own creative point-of-view.

You melt into silence.
Never generating much violence.
You sit by yourself in your zone.
You prefer to be alone.

One day that glass wall will break.
What’s then seen, asleep, will now be awake.
With enraged blood shot eyes.
Fixed upon murdering lives.

Instilled within your thoughts, a mass murdered loss.
No one would have ever suspected.
That silent kid would be resurrected…
Into something new and tragic.
A killer of man and bestower of havoc.

Be forewarned of her tempting scorn…
Be AWARE, change your spoken words and CARE.

Grudge

Her shrieks keep me on the defense.
Beckoning me to beat her senseless.
I placed my hands upon her lips, with tremendous forcing grip.
I don’t regret what I did.
These are my sins, I admit.
Punish me if you will, for remorse I'll never feel.
Here's my vow I promise to keep.
It's pure and true and goes so deep...
One thing I will never do...is apologize to you.

Hypocrite

I’m sorry for giving up.
I’m sorry for letting go.
I’m sorry for not being tough.
I’m sorry for letting my anger show.

I’ve become what I tried so hard to rid.
Now there’s no going back, you can’t save me from this.

I never forget, I never relax.
It’s too hard to love you when you turned your back.

You’re a disgrace, you’re a disaster.
A nothing undeserving of love that you've been chasing after.

You’re so distinct on what’s corrupt in the system.
You’re such a hypocrite how you play the victim.

You became that girl that’s distraught and “sad.”
I know that’s not true, you’re just mad.

You feel betrayed and left alone.
You’re just being selfish, you aren’t the only one.

You’re so cold, so hollow, so outrageously distant.
To people, you’ve become allergic and resistant.

The reflection of you portrays a shadowed silhouette.
You’re all gone, blackened, consumed in regret.

You let me down.
You made me cry.
You know how.
You know why.

And I know what they say, I know what they think.
But the person you let down the most, Samantha…is me.

Heart Clock

My heart beats a slow, silent tune.
Only yielding down before you.
My mind speaks riddles and concocts demise.
Following inadequate trust and assumed lies.
I’ll break it all before we can move on.
Turning the guilt around on you, declaring you wrong.

Unknowning

Drowned by this reality.
I'm choking from insanity.
I can't delete you from my memories.
So I will consume the remedies.

The thoughts of pain are increasing and endless.
So deep and relentless.
Like open wounds freshly cut.
Never closing, never shut.

It hurts to try to remember.
It's all frozen and stuck together.
A black spot in my head.
The unknowing causes me dread.

I can remember my surroundings.
Music blaring and a movie playing.
But I just come back to an image I know so clearly.
The innocence I had lost, tainted so early.

Standing firm and tall.
To now from then, it's been so long.
As you stand there with that hate.
Can you move on from that day?

Sealed

Born into impurity…
Caged into insecurity…

Don't cry for them.
They only serve to hurt.
Don't let them in.
Trample their life, their world.

You weren't designed to acknowledge and feel.
So why do you care?
Shape the fuck up!
Close off your emotions and be sealed.

Circled Death: Thriving to be Heard

Polluting my surroundings.
So distinct in my judgement.
Exceeding all boundaries.
Endless in punishment.
Swelling your reach far beyond daily existence.
Directing your objective on untainted innocence.
You crave to be heard.
And desire to see the red.
If you could smile.
It would enhance all your wickedness.
May shame be brought to those who seek you.
And pity given to those who succeed in you.
I have sensed your malevolence.
In addition to your consistency of mere abhorrence.
I’ve felt your presence more than I can count.
But I know, dear circled death, you are NOT my way out.

The Mind is Not the Only Thing to Go

What does my mind consist of?
An abundance of nothing called wasted space.
The capacity overwhelmed.
By strings of yarn and velvet lace.
Weaving in and out of holes.
Tightening to create:
A picture of a world,
Not known to any other.
A visage of a girl,
Who mirrored a reflection of horror.
With her memories of passed history lined in slender piles.
Something was halting her from continuing to move forward.
The piles thickened at the ends, of those she didn't desire.
She bowed her head, grabbed her courage, and proceeded onward.
Up the hills of grudges and regrets,
She stopped for a moment to find a child dead.
This child she knew very well.
It was all her innocence in the form of her child self.

Frost Bite

Untouchable, never felt lips.
An unconditional sought-after love, such as this;
never given a chance to be experienced.
Disguised, incurable sugar-coated faults.
A broken will, and a broken girl left as the result.
Unraveled at the seams;
revealing fibers of poorly sewn insecurities.
Gradually, your one forgiven lie multiplied.
So desperate for you, I allowed ignorance to keep me blind.
I made an unstable fool out of myself.
Infront of ex-friends who never got to hear me out.
You're so good at playing the victim.
But I'm the one you pierced skin to engrave your venom.
You took advantage of my vulnerability.
After I told you my most intimate disabilities.
What hurts the most isn't how you say you no longer love me.
It's the way you sounded on the phone when I cried--uncaring.
A little abandoned, and a little betrayed.
You left me in a wake of confused dismay.

My thoughts collect with suicide in each.
And state my final sentence of defeat;
I hate you...(Jeffrey)

My Aquarius

Give me a reason to have a reason.
Oh, sweet simple words could form an answer.
If these cheeks glow to red.
I know it is of my Aquarius.
In days of random thought.
A smile is brought upon my lips.
In hours before the evening.
I long to be home in your presence.
And in days of your absence.
I mourn the torture my mind conceives.
Within sleepless nights.
You dominate my most desired fantasies.
I’ve touched you once upon a dream.
Behind these eyes.
I’ve kissed your lips of blissful paradise.
And had you for my way.
Tell me, my love, when will this dream be corporeal?
I want you for my own.
Take me as your Gemini, my sweet Aquarius.

The Dreamer

I don't have time to read through everything, but I have to say that I really, really liked Body Bag. I have to disagree with The Siren's Melody on this one...I think the detailed descriptions are perfect. The imagery in this poem is very powerful and very disturbing, and it draws the reader in. My favorite line is " The arteries distressed-fluid seeps through paper-punched holes."

You have a very interesting way of writing, and I'll definitely be back to read through the others that you've posted. Keep up the great work.

Lyli

Thank you so much!

Lyli

Thanks for Letting ME Down
I've put my eyes back on.
Seven tallies passed and I've let go of what was.
I've accepted flaws and being alone.
But I realized that's what makes me strong.
I'm higher than I thought I'd be.
A soul of fire surging through veins of energy.
Cleansing to the base of drums.
Allowing all the sounds to remove faults.
Destination planet rOck.
Bladder overflow the only accepted pitstop.
I'll piss on the paintchip flakes released from your substituted face.
Consider my generosity a gift of lovable puppies with a shit ton of hate.
What's another kick in the gut from bitches anonymous?
You know who you are, you betrayers of honestness.
My middle finger says hello.

Vertu

"My middle finger says hello"

This poem is really good. The title says all

The Silent Force

haha, i can realllly relate to this one. you have an unique style of writing and i have enjoyed reading your pieces immensely. i cannot wait for more; keep writing! you're an organic writer for sure and write from your own heart-not like a few others i've met in my life who try to pull off other poets or artists.