Random First Lines: There are tags on clothes,that show how much there're worth.But dammit,I'm human,I don't have a fuckin' tag!So... : Poetry » Read

Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Colours

Poem By: S Nayar
Poetry


Ever wonder what the Incredible Hulk felt like every time he underwent the transformation from human to uncontrollable hulk? I think it would have been something like this... View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Aug 15, 2007    Reads: 47    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Red is the blood under my fingernails,
On my hands,
on my face....
all around me is the havoc
i have caused
standing within myself
my insides like tattered rags

Purple are the bruises
that meld with the red of your scars
Colourless the tears you refuse to shed
your bleeding soul under my heels
the aftermath of the havoc
i have created inside of you

Green is the monster that seizes
my whole being, shaking me, consuming me,
'till it and i are one and the same

It doesn't stop 'til it takes over ever part of me
every sane thought, every thread of trust
no matter how strong severed within seconds

i could have stopped it before it was too late -
before the two of us were destroyed
broken yet again
back to the lonliness of
our uncomfortable companionship
torn yet again from our imperfect paradise

i wish i could take it back
i wish i could stop it
i wish i could promise you
never again
but i don't know if i can
and it terrifies me

O'God i need help...


0

Email this story Email this story | Print Story Print Story | Add to reading list

Comments:

BEAUTIFUL

you are so wonderful admitting that you need help

Well done.

Posted: Aug 15, 2007

Author Comment:

Thank you T. It is sad but true - but i'll get there! :)



Add Your Comments:

Your Name:

Spam protection control::

© Copyright 2008 S Nayar All rights reserved. S Nayar has granted theNextBigWriter, LLC non-exclusive rights to display this work on Booksie.com.

Add to Reading List
Become a fan
Email this story Email this story
Read/Write Reviews Read/Write Reviews
Print Story Print Story



Other writing by S Nayar I wait... Snowglobe Blown Away Benediction She Dances More..



Tags

Love, Poetry, Death, Life, Poem, Romance, Pain, Fantasy, Hope, Sad, Sex, Hate, God, Horror, War, Humor, Hurt, Sadness, Loss, Dark, Fiction, Depression, Heart, Family, Friendship.

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Advertise

© 2008 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.