The Light..

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The light...
i dont know how to summarize....
another one of my spoken word poetry pieces off of the page(:

The slowly drowning sun casts shadows like a director on the actors hiding beneath my basement stairs.

They'll never be in Hollywood or on Broadway because they aren't really afraid of the light.

You know, I used to hide under there too when the stair's creaks sounded like bloody screams and the screams came from me.

 

One night, after the sun drowned, my ugly monster knocked on my closet door and said; 'this is just my vacation house, look inside yourself and you'll see my home.'

I'm not just another actress eating a plastic passion fruit and pretending it's real passion with real creative juices that flow out,

I really am dreadful every time the sun floats back to the surface of the sky,

and the FBI searches for the murderer,

because at the end of the episode they'll find out it was my monster that did it, just trying to protect me,

because I really am afraid of the light.

 

Why?

Like an ugly flourescent shine it shows that my heart has bruises on it,

and my willpower could use some hours at the gym.

 

So, I miss the days where we lived in triangles,

not pyramids,

I'm not sure when it all became 3D because I hate wearing those glasses everywhere.

So let's flip back to 2D and be pencil marks on paper,

I'll erase what I don't like and shade to my leads' content.

 

And I hate this empty feeling inside like a playground on a rainy day,

I just want to play but the metal is covered in water that the sky cried last night when nobody was around to see it.

And the trees' branches are empty now,

like hands not being held,

I would hold them but I'm too scared of getting them ripped to shreds by you,

like a hungry carniverous pack of dogs on a piece of meat.

 

So I guess I'm just a tree, too,

with empty hands and a monster inside who's long overstayed his welcome.

And when the light shows it's face tomorrow,

I'll hide mine.


Submitted: April 03, 2012

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Areen Abukishek

i love it soooooooooooooooooooo much

Tue, April 3rd, 2012 3:45pm

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:D yay thank you

Tue, April 3rd, 2012 1:07pm

Charles Mausolf

Holy crap that is really deep. Sad and some how oddly uplifting. This may as you say just be spoken poetry, but damn you spoke it well.

Fri, April 6th, 2012 7:51am

Stormbird Throneshaker

Thou dost have a way with words from the heart.

Wed, May 9th, 2012 1:52pm

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