A Revelation

Begging to be fettered with chains of great permanance,
teething toys for crying black holes.
taste the silk of the stillness.
taste the changeless flavour.
feed me brittled emotion,
washed bland and colourless by memory, memory, memory, the pounding slosh of memory whittling away what should be, what will have to be, what must be, always, forever.
Your dreams read like a bad monologue. You speak empty mirrors of me.
Wrap such decay around me and scrub me free with your dirty mortality. Kid yourself with your wrinkled veins. Redden the shadow.
You’d be a fool to go out there. To shed your skin over paled desires.
What a trash to waste.





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Ruthey This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 1, 2010 at 10:46 am

"feed me brittled emotion,
washed bland and colourless by memory, memory, memory, the pounding slosh of memory whittling away what should be, what will have to be, what must be, always, forever."

This is fantastic. Just take this line,

break it in a few more places, 

add on line on the front,

and that's the whole poem in one.

You don't need anything else. :)

(thanks for you comment btw. I only just read it now, though it was ages ago, b... (more »)

 
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