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Alright, I'll bite.
I'll squirm and fold myself over
as a swelling of dough
pats down into itself;
hunkering down for the night.
I know when to fold
and when to hold; so I'll wait.

Wait while you leave me
packing up the uncomfortable
furniture in my mind.
I'll bubble wrap my dreams
and hold my breath in storage
and leave myself hollow
with only the echo of us inside.

You have me on the hook
So it's alright to let me wriggle
and slip through the carrion;
the wrecked remains of
my maggotous life.
I can't help but drop my head,
lose my pride, wait for death.

Maybe heads will roll
onto happily waiting Guillotine
and depart me from my troubles.
Until then I remain
the pestilent, petulant skeleton
rapping its ivory against the door
- Let me out of your closet.

I don't want to be
a secret that you hide from yourself
in the royal tower in your head;
a delusion, or the girlfriend
of only one personality.
I don't want to drape my cerements here
and let them stick to your floor.

If I must die, let me die.
Do not leave me in the cellarage
to roar about my desertship
to my destitution alone. To my ghost.
Do not doom me to a half life lived
waiting in your shadow
for you to finally say - I still love you.
Okay I spent the past couple of days in Stratford Upon Avon and last night went to see Hamlet, so you'll see some references to it, allusions to it.

You know how in romantic comedies two things happen (not in every one, I just mean sometimes these things happen in films and they are usually romcoms)

1) the girl gets dumped but convinces herself that he didnt mean it, so becomes stalker like and eventually boils his rabbit in a stew pot. Girl is seen as crazy deluded fool who believes she's too hot to get dumped.

2) the guy gets dumped but convinces himself that she didnt mean it, so tries to win her back and either succeeds or finds someone better in the process. Guy is seen as romantic determined hero who believes in love.

Same actions, different audience response. I feel like its that in real life.

You ever get that feeling like - this cant be it? - but if you pursue that youre just going to look desperate and like a loser. when in your heart you feel like that guy who just really believed

fuck.

fuck knows.








Alright, I'll bite. - I was thinking about the idea of bait on a hook. Being hooked. This is the introduction of that thought.

maggotous - is this a new word? My spellchecker hates it ?

I don't want to drape my cerements here
Do not leave me in the cellarage
To my ghost.
- Hamlet references
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kloe-oki Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2013
Wow... That's powerful. I don't even know what to say. It has left me speechless. When i read your poems it makes me wanna write more. They're so inspirational.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2013
Thank you so much, :blush: you have no idea how much that means to me :']
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kloe-oki Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013
It's all true :) :hug:
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Zevais Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013  Hobbyist
Something wrong? Shred.
I'll crawl and explode out of myself
as a lid held too tight
releases everything within;
up and restless before the dawn
I don't know when to hit
and when to stay; so I'll go.

I'll leave when I'm alone
comfortable in my own mess,
taste of the floor on my mouth.
I'll pop each one of my realities
and roar out in the open
to find how to fill myself
with every voice outside of myself.

I am never held onto
So worsen as I walk
and hit the barrier to the living;
all their tidy possessions
I'll only see in death.
I force myself to lift my head up high
gain some pride, and charge into life.

Sweeping their legs out from under them
to further burden the boulders upon shoulders
and I am just asking for trouble.
I will leave again,
an advantageous, child of his own praise
stumbling and laughing out the door.
-You let the wrong one inside.

I always wanted to be
a truth you can share to everyone
on the road in range of your voice;
a reality, the boyfriend
of everyone's different view.
I want to try on my tux there
and let you throw it at the ceiling.

If I should live, let me live.
I'll come out of the attic
to whisper of ocean air
indulgence with you. From my flesh.
Celebrate me entirely before I die
running away from the light
that burns like what you always say - I hate you.
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YumeNoMinai Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2013   Traditional Artist
beautiful
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Thisntme Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Not quite in the right mindset at the moment for any [even remotely] dark poetry. Expect a comment or two tomorrow though =D!
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FoxofEbony Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013
This is wonderful and it really represents all those romantic comedies :) I hope things get better soon :tighthug:
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domsaverem Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013
I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon :)
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fantasylover103 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I felt like it, although it was kind of my fault.


When I broke up with him, he just said "okay" and walked away. This can't be it.
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ithaswhatitisnt Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh Kate... I wish I could offer more advice to you than I'm capable of giving. :tighthug: I know how you feel...and I'm sorry.
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