Exes who try to talk to me again get a poem while I sit in English class, listening to A Perfect Circle's '3 Libras'.
To have the opportunity to be half this familiar
But now, as I draw close, my eyes are open
And in former limpid pools I now see the eyes of a graceless being
A devilish angel...or an angelic devil...
With all comforting gestures turned to insults
Embracing me with arms like burning velvet
And constant kisses like knives
So now my paranoia modifies my sheltering room's acoustics
And sneering laughter now bangs on my ear's door instead of warm greeting
Where once fluttered and bloomed goodwill and happiness
Now wheel and howl the vultures who snap at the hope of reconciliation
Embodied as a hopeless straggler in the desert
If only I were to live as a star
Bright yet forlorn and distant
I could do little save to gaze from a distance
Yet to move into gravity's sickeningly sweet aura
And lose myself in a dull flash
Is something this thorny rose could never entice me to
So I stay out here; any adventurers to my space
Are welcome, just to visit
But here is my appointed place
To watch from afar.
Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 18:39
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English Class and Thoughts of an Ex
The time existed when I would have scrambledTo have the opportunity to be half this familiar
But now, as I draw close, my eyes are open
And in former limpid pools I now see the eyes of a graceless being
A devilish angel...or an angelic devil...
With all comforting gestures turned to insults
Embracing me with arms like burning velvet
And constant kisses like knives
So now my paranoia modifies my sheltering room's acoustics
And sneering laughter now bangs on my ear's door instead of warm greeting
Where once fluttered and bloomed goodwill and happiness
Now wheel and howl the vultures who snap at the hope of reconciliation
Embodied as a hopeless straggler in the desert
If only I were to live as a star
Bright yet forlorn and distant
I could do little save to gaze from a distance
Yet to move into gravity's sickeningly sweet aura
And lose myself in a dull flash
Is something this thorny rose could never entice me to
So I stay out here; any adventurers to my space
Are welcome, just to visit
But here is my appointed place
To watch from afar.
Poetry by Dominic
Read 979 times
Written on 2007-03-12 at 18:39
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