Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Melancholy miracles mask my madness
An altered air arises
Gilded, glowing, globes glide, guarding garish Gods
I illustrate illegitimate integrity in incarnadine
Corporeal creations cast crimson
Floral print dresses
for the girls
who stare past me.
10w
The smoke clouds the room
with a thick fog of false confidence
and we can’t help but breathe it all in
We seek to absorb what we can’t have
and embrace every thing that brings us harm
I see you standing there alone
and I hear your soul singing
the same song as mine
The song that harmony and dissonance
cannot define
Decrypted Version:


We both knew what we did to each other was out of revenge

You're in the next city over, and she is here, making me feel again

Staying up in an Adderall talking fervor, and the passionate love we made the second night

and there was Mike, singer of that band named after the local graveyard, passing out expensive beers

I never want to call you, oh center of my universe

But every day, before you left for school, I would, ridden with guilt

I never wanted to leave my room again. Alone I stayed in fear.

-

Every time you left for vacation, I felt like I would *****

A paradise on the beach along the Carolina shore

You said you wanted to be single and free

Your March birthday rolled around, I was gone, and you were just alone

You left the girl I love at that beach with the charming fellas

You brought back something far worse, and numb

-

You've found a new love, and I've seen how he tries to out do what I did

The words and promises of us that you drew all over your walls now painted over

Now that you and your family have left that place

Megan wrote on your ceiling the night we all stayed together. It made you laugh

I'm in your backyard, wishing I could look back and in.

-

The new love in your life has become a perfect copy of me. You sculpted him that way

You know longer feel weak when an insult comes rushing to you

I really did make you tough and numb

Because no one could say anything more vile than I did

-

I guess this really is the end for us

We'll never see that spark we had reunite

I can't replace you, I don't want to replace you

-

Were the three years we spent together a waste?

I'm descending into another deep hole

-

I'll never come out again.




Original Version (Which is still available on my page):


An eye for an eye was the reason we acted

You’re so far away and I can’t stop the fireworks

Talking the night away, the exhausted second meeting

A sip of ale from the singer in the graveyard

I never wanted to call to the Sun

But every morning I would cave in

I buried myself in an empty room

-

The trips were acidic to my tongue

Beaches filled with trinkets and sands

“Fish swim, forever free” you tell yourself

Now, Pisces, who is the one swimming?

Buried in the sands is what I remember

The other half is lost

-

Am I the one to defeat now?

The words that stained the walls are now sparkling white

Abandoned

“Now close you eyes and sleep” she wrote

I’m somewhere between the ponds and the highway

-        

The mimics and shadows match suit and play their roles

The words do no sting or stick

Tough as leather, from the arrows

That flowed from me like a river

-

This product is finished

Ignition improbable, idiot.

No courage and hardly a motive

-

Triplet years

Falling backwards

-

My head is buried
In this decryption of one of my older poems, I reveal what I was trying to hide from myself and avoid actually saying. This is one of those poems where you may think one is better than the other, but in reality, they're both just a painful reminder for me, something you may or may not have realized when the poem was first posted in its original context. I've posted both versions here for the sake of some comparison in case you haven't read the original or are just too lazy to find it on my page. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did rewriting it.

Thank you for your constant support and kind words.
-Ty
When I was a kid,
folding chairs
were my kryptonite.
 Oct 2013 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
I can feel it.
I'm ready to go.
I shouldnt though, I promised.
I grab you, I hit you.

This is the last time.

I love you.
I hate you.
Why do you make me feel so good?
ugh, i can feel it again
I have to go.

This is the last time

You stink,
Your ugly,
You make me want to die.
But please don't leave me.

This is the last time

I give up
You're mine
This cigarette
Oh my....
 Oct 2013 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
I still can't get over the fact that you said goodbye.
All those tears I cried.
All those wounds I have cut.
I never felt enough.

Yea i get it, your new family is better.
But i am your blood,
your youngest daughter.

I was daddy's little girl.
You were my hero.
I remeber when we saw Rob Zombie
That's one of my favorite memories.
I'll never forget...

I'm sorry I said those words.
Got ****** and shouted back.
But your new wife daddy,
she's got some loose nuts.

5 years later daddy,
you have missed so much.
The first boy i kissed,
The first time i cried,
over some stupid guy...
You missed so much, you missed
my life..

I get a call from my grandma,
She says your dying.
I can't believe this,
I'm the only one you want to see.
I always knew you still loved me.

I get there and I ****** up,
i disobeyed her rule,
DON'T BRING YOUR, GRANDMA, YOUR MOM. ONLY BRING YOU!
Now there dragging me down the hall.
I'm screaming no daddy no!
Please let me explain,
Please don't make me go...

You tell me i can't see you again,
that was the last time.
and no I'm dying..atleast not for a while.

I drown my sorrows in drinks and fun.
I try my damdest to forget about what you've done.
Then one day while i was at work.
You walk thru the door, i thought i was berserk.
I start to cry, no this isn't true.
My daddy has come back.
I run to you.

You tell me you found God and
you left your wife.
You tell me the docs say
you've got 4 years left of life.

Things are  really good now,
you moved back to town.
you come to my work
Just to clown around.

Then one day...
The visit start to fade.
You have been so busy.
I feel like i am in your way.
Then the next thing i know,
you're back with your wife.

I support you in hopes you
won't leaveme again
I should have learned the first time,
but i never will

I named my son after you,
and now your gone again.
you're going to miss his first words
his steps,
his laugh.
You're going to miss his life.


Do you even care that i miss you dad?
I really hope she is better then that.....
This was exstreamly hard for me to write, i never really delt with my dad leaveing my life. i was at such a fragile stage in my life. and i would have done anything, to take back the fight i had with his wife. the horrible thing is..it wasnt even a serious fight. but she said she would leave him if i didn't so i packed my bags and walked out the door. he told me not long after words, i wasn't allowed to contact him, i had to wait for him to contact me. so i did...everyday. sorry for the sob story..i hope you enjoyed
 Oct 2013 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
This might sound lame,
but i found my thang
and it's in the words I write.

This might sound lame
but i have found my muse
and it's in the world around me.

This might sound lame
but every single day
I think of new ways to be happy.
Yet they all mean the same.
So don't judge me,
cause this might sound lame
 Oct 2013 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
She likes dressing my whisky bottle.
What kind of euphamisim is that?
You left a ******.
It's warm.
When I do this you don't feel anything.
Is this gay?
If you had a ***** it would be gay.
It's hebrew.
Why do we play?
That's what she said.
The buttholes because it's uncomforitable.
Unless you'r a Jahova's Witness.
But some of them do, and it's weird.
This is not ment to offend anyone, as a "hobbie" i like to pick things out of a conversation between either 2 people or several people and turn it into a poem (sum what) so please don't be offended :)
 Oct 2013 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
Pinky, thumb, pinky, thumb.
1, 2, 3.
1,2,1,2,1,2.
That's the O.G. ****.
We make it rain.
I got rained on for the very first time!
He is the ******* sponser.
It's time to sing a country song.
I just wanted to slap you.
He walks the line.
The warmer the whiskey, the more delicious.
Don't pour mine on the table.
For a "hobbie" i like to take things out of conversations and turn them into "poems". sorry if any of this offends anyone. read on everyone
Next page