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Jeremy
Poems
Aug 2016
Looking Good In Chains
She finds me handsome
But refuses to intertwine branches
Because of the fear of letting go
I extend
She retreats
She is afraid I'll strip her naked of her leaves
Then leave to let everyone know
That her alinements once laminated with flowers that hung along the seams
Can no longer grow green
No matter how hard she tries no to let go
I reach again
The answer is still no
Even after I explain that I can mend the pain that lingers in her soul
But she has heard it all before
She needs tangible truth
Before I can manage to help myself to her succulent fruits
But my papers are long past due
Well expired past its rebellious youth
And my word holds no currency
She has heard the angels lie and the devil speaking truth
So she can see right through my poetry
So I have not choice but to be
Honest
I tell her I just want to play with her emotions like a pianist
To conduct a tune darker then any onyx
She looks at my hands and laugh
She can tell that Im a novice
She knows I never played anything but my own mind
Still knowing this she open up her gates and welcomes me inside
So I walk around her confines with ill intentions
To take her hostage in her own dimensions
To shatter her glass citadel
But instead her castle becomes my home
An oasis from the false heavens and the truest pits of hell
That reside in my psyche deepest catacombs
I entered as a man on a mission to colonize her insides
But now I am a slave to her ways
Shackled around my ankles to be held in place
As she throws away the key and lowers down the cage
But I never felt so at peace
Even though I am bound with a ball and chain
I never moved with such ease
Titled me as your property
But I never felt so free
So I'll gladly stay behind these bars if its your jail
I'll gladly endure your Chinese water torture
If the water comes from your wells
I'll gladly be buried alive
My lungs oxygen deprived
As long as its your earth that I'm buried inside
So punish me the way you see fit
For trying to destroy your precious archives and your ancient monuments
But know this
I see the beauty in it now
I didn't back then
But I promise I do now
Written by
Jeremy
23/M/New York
(23/M/New York)
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