Bottles [emo poem]

November 24th 2007 by nuk in emo poems

Bottles

Bottles tipped on the stained rug
While sleep’s kiss lingers out of reach
Hollow glasses, ringed with whisky
Discarded here and there, they preach
Excess, wanton waste and ruin.

The moon that touches windows like a lover
The moon, my sister yellow lights my sin.
Pale shadow of the sun’s fierce glory
Waxes and wanes, inconstant as I’ve been.

I chase sanity and mark the hours
Which slouch like sway-backed horses through the night
Coal black, limping, broke-down stallions
Trudge through the absence of the light.

Darkness hides the hills and trees
Holds my tired world within its sway
In my sagging mattress-cradle
I can only wait for day.
I can only wait for day. - Sarrah

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4 Responses to “Bottles [emo poem]”

  1. Clover

    Very good. I like it. Mine suck. I write lyrics better thaan poems but I’ll post one though just for the hell of it. -Dead Kiss

    I kissed you
    You looked at me
    First the shock
    then the love

    We stood there
    stricken by my behavior
    I blinked
    and you stared

    Then you started
    towards me
    You held me close
    Then I felt your lips against mine

    It was a rush
    I must admit
    I loved it
    thought I shouldn’t

    You frighten me
    beyond belief
    yet here I stand
    kissing you

    I must love you
    I convinced myself
    for the love
    overwhelms the terror

    My heart quickened
    My breathing went rapid
    I was terrified
    I was enjoying this too much

    You stopped and looked
    you swept my face
    you saw what I thought
    you backed up

    I’m sorry you claimed
    But you needn’t be
    I wasn’t going to run
    I was going to stand

    But that was not my bodies plan
    I plummeted to the floor
    You caught me
    Then it went black

    I passed out I realized
    In the dark I could hear
    Hear you panicking
    Calling my name

    I mumbled I’m fine
    But you didn’t hear
    I told you again
    but you just sobbed

    She’s dead you called
    Tears hitting my face
    I’m not dead I claimed
    But again no voice was heard

    I went to sit up
    But my hands weren’t there
    nothing was
    Oh my God I was dead

  2. oicthatguy

    Clover your poem is very good it shocked me =o and made me cry a little = (

  3. landuy

    cool….

  4. landuy

    “They laugh at me because i’m different, I laugh at them because they’re the same…hahahaha”

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