Finger Painting

Mere thoughts
In the corner of the room
Alone, yet ever wishing
I sit here and I watch
Peering out my window
You are living a lie
Becoming scarred and battered
Forgetting all life’s work
Papers now torn and scattered
Just start loving and living
The only things that ever mattered
You are the Alice
Found in distinct curiosity
An intruder in my Wonderland

Mere words
Leaving this echo, echo
In a heart that is hollow
Finger painting
All across my soul
It’s time for a confession
But shh, not too loud
The skeletons are getting restless
As the masses gather
Always play the mindless
As they merge
Outside these hollowed doors
A voice that screams
Just for something more
Yet I am unable to be the killer
The knife slowly hits the floor
I’m far too weak
To settle the score
Trapped in thoughts
Memories I adore

Mere whispers
Torment creeps in
I can’t control
The feelings burning inside
Time; the weapon of nature
As sadness turns to anger
Anger grows to fury
Why must you always
Pray for a prince while..
Always picking the villain
While the hero rests in ashes
There is no sunshine today
Yet even if there was
You can never feel its warmth
While being stuck
Within another’s shadow

Mere hope
I found you searching
Hunting for the thing called love
How can you truly expect to find it
If you forever search
In hearts filled with hate
What must I do
To get you to look this way
Take a bullet
To save you the pain
I would do it
Swallow and devour your sadness
To save you the sorrow
I would do it
I’d burn this world to the ground
If only you’d dance by my side
Please, just save me
One last kiss

Mere words
Disturbing yet refined
Leaving an echo, echo
In a hollow heart
I now know why I cry
As I give my confession
You are the source
The source of my painful depression
You play the tyrant
To my oppression
You are the cause
Of my traumatic obsession
Maybe it is all just a dream
As I tempt the insanity
If it not for your innocence
It’d be enough to create a nightmare
You are still my Alice
Invading my Wonderland
Simply finger painting
All across my soul


Swoooh...

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All I have to say is WOW

Yeah I say wow too..Loved it..

Thanx Mom. :)

Hey Ainjel. :D

..and thanks.

It's so... long. :O

Very moving.

Thank you. :)

I wonder..

What's everyone actually getting from it?

Just curious.

I got several things from it but the one that sticks out most is the loving of something we can not have

Yes, yes.

Interesting. :)

Mkay. :D

:)

It's breathtaking.

..glad you like it. :)

Yes and yet more than that. Not just loving, but the desire and the obsession that leads to torment and not knowing what to do with that feeling.

I know!

Write a poem.



It is very good.

Yes! That's what I was looking for but the words escaped me.

I read the poem again and here is the story I got from it.

You love a woman who is bound or married to an abusive spouse of her own choosing.

Its the age old story of a woman who always passes by the "nice guy" and falls for the not so nice guy who abuses her and makes her unhappy. She may even solicit sympathy from a neighbor or a friend and that neighbor or friend falls in love with her, wants to protect her wants to be loved by her but knows it will never happen... because she forever chooses the bad boy.

My favorite. That is all I have to say!

:D

Made me think of the movie..."Looking for Mr. Goodbar"...Excellent SinSin...you do special proud!!!



TY for sharing!!

..really?

..over your last favorite?

:O

...Mr. Goodbar? :O

Never heard of it?

Thanks. :D

..I do special proud? o.o

Your poetry is special....

Storyline to the movie "Looking for Mr. Goodbar"...good girl needs bad boy.....

Theresa is a successful teacher of deaf children during the day but after a short unhappy affair starts to spend her nights cruising bars. Her craving first for sex but later also for drugs leads into increasingly demeaning and dangerous situations completely at odds with her daytime commitment to her children.