My Heart....
Martin OakshaftPosted by Martin Oakshaft 11 May, 2009 11:17PMI have just realised that i am running out of "old stuff".... after this there is only one more "poem". Damn, im gonna have to stop procrastinating and actually attempt to write some sort of story..eek!!
now *that* should be interesting!
anyway, this is another "I have been dumped" kinda poem... lol, i seem to have a balance of "yay, she loves me" with "noooo.. she has left me" - i see a pattern forming here ROFL. Once again, i hope that you like it, and that it can help for anyone who has "been there". Im also hoping that my "stuff" is good simply by literary standards, not just how they make the reader feel, but that is only a minor concern for me at the moment (`cos they were all written by me, *for* me, to help me deal with stuff).... Enough wafflage....
MY HEART
My heart is an empty house
Once so full with life and laughter
Now it stands empty,
The hearth is cold, the curtains are closed.
There are shadows everywhere
The cellar is full of monsters.
You have broken in,
opened the curtains and locked the cellar door
You have lit the fire,
The hearth burns hot
Chasing the shadows, warming the room.
Now you leave
I knew you would
The fire burns down
The shadows close in
Empty again
oh, and i also once thought of a great line, but i have never been able to "squeeze it in" anywhere - its quite dramatic and cynical and it goes: "the scar-tissue of my soul"
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