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Natasha Yount Oct 2010
Ha-Ha. Look at you! What happened?
That hair, I loved it so much, it reminded me of champagne
Ringlets that sprang and moved with the wind in a beautiful manner

And those eyes! You could stare in them for hours.
The emerald and liveliness never ceased to enchant me
Such kind eyes they were, always happy and shining

Oh Oh! Your skin! The skin!! It was that creamy mocha color
Everywhere, no tan lines, so gorgeous!
Not a blemish in sight, so smooth, so clear

Mm...I can't take it anymore! You must tell me! How did you do it?
Did your golden locks fight some strawberries?
It's all sticky and red now, cut up
Such a shame, those curls were so pretty and now it can't swirl anymore

Also I love what you did with your eyes. Emerald turned swampy and dark
Still wide awake though? I can see some fear in there, what are you scared of?
Is it the redness that covers your silky skin?
Ohh...what is that red stuff? Mm…tastes good!

Blood! Ha-ha! Look at you...Mmmm
Covered in blood, cut up, and ugly.
My hands are as well, how did that happen?
Yes, I am covered in blood! Yours.

Let's continue, bit by bit
Some snips here, a slice there.
Until I'm finished with your transformation
When I'm done you'll be even more beautiful...


Ah! I think you're Perfect now. Heehee..
This was going to be my entry into the Poe contest, buuuut I was too late. Ah well.
Natasha Yount Oct 2010
I'm uninspired,
and this is incomplete.

I've gone under words
and into dreams

Nothing seems interesting
or I can't understand it

An inadequate poem perhaps
rather, an unqualified writer

Not only unwilling
but also incapable

This shall go unnoticed
so completely indistinct

I'm inconclusive, and this is unfinished.
Natasha Yount Sep 2010
you chilled my coffee,
glaring at me so
while i told you the truth that's dwelled
and yes, indeed swelled within me
for i'd say months.
as i sip the bitterly cold cup
and watch you break down and beg
how pitiful, i think
for this coffee was expensive
Natasha Yount Sep 2010
She stepped onto the air
weightless and beautiful
to forget all the guilt
all the wrongs

A simple thought
no more worries
never another tear
and a new life

To be embraced
by her God
and her fresh understanding
that it was done

She'd done enough
so she'd reasoned
there was nothing else
that someone other couldn't do

As she stepped onto the air
for the moment of flight
it was worth
the mangled body she left behind.
Another suicide poem; inspired by Jocasta of the Greek tragedy Oedipus Rex
Natasha Yount Aug 2010
I
begin to wonder
Where did I go wrong And
how You lost
your innocence that night
I pray to God you blame me
granting no Life
Natasha Yount Aug 2010
if i were to sing
a song so sweet
that your heart cried
and your hands quaked
just like a real love story
you and me in a hole
of just ourselves
singing to each other
to make one sad with joy
if you were to touch
my body so gently
that i'd shiver all over
until i couldn't move
from the love erupting
out of your fingers
if we were to climb
above ourselves and
see the world
we'd breathe for once
in our short little lives
so fiercely we'd die
holding one another
in our small hole
dug out from a shell of
disbelief and
mockery
A revised combination of two old poems I wrote years ago.
Natasha Yount Jul 2010
He'll haunt
He'll smother me
He'll never give up
He won't let me forget

His smell
Even in my dreams
So familiar that I gag
Tears pool when I catch a whiff

Memories swirl
My hand on his
Kissing in the dark
Taking me to the stars

I left
But he follows
Like a lost puppy
Who bites my heels

He haunts
And I can't leave it
Foggy mirrors
Why still now after so long
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