Two-tone lips Chewed raw from a tempted anxiety And a stitched together string Told to keep quiet unless you have a lie to tell So you can protect the connected streams of expectations A lie balanced on one lip, the truth falling from the other Catch it quick before it spills
Burnt bruised skin Strangled by the soft palms of mercy With a choked lie so we will protect their name A yellow-blue watercolor of forgotten truths Blended together with the concealed coverings A punch again and one more hit Block the kick to stop the pain
Obsidian knife blades Cut deeper than the steel that you use Black explosive rock glazed with the promise of blood A line cut into it that separates truth from lie A simple consequence of being the one who was there A chance game token of who can get the better death A knife that only reveals the bruised lips of the liar that we are
I don't entirely know what this poem means, but it definitely means something, I'm still formulating a complete, coherent meaning for it. The two-toned lips was an idea that just kinda came to my mind, and the obsidian and blood combination came from a recent trip to New Mexico, when our tour guide was having us imagine the obsidian arrows covered in blood, and I found that artistic and beautiful, so I used my own version of it in my poem.
dare i wonder what you think of me for i do not know what i think of myself. maybe there's a difference between how you see yourself and how you let others see you. am i a plague or a remedy am i stone cold or burning flames am i chilled to the bone or am i a home sometimes home can be a person, but i am no home. my hands are cold, they will burn you with frost. i am kind but i am afraid. my chest hurts with the thought of you. not because i wish to have you but because i don't. maybe i do, but i am an ocean and you are lost in me. i can see the moon. do i flee from what i have only to retreat to what i am? i ask of you, are you something new or the thing that i can't find. i have a treasure that i wish to keep and not soil. you are a treasure of your own. yet i am not worthy.
i can have obsidian or i can have gold. Man has always been greedy but i am Humble. am i kind? am i kind to take a cherry with cyanide pit? you believe me a diamond, but i am only coal. you, my dear, have a heart made of gold.
Drink the cup of shadows Twist and turn inside Feel the whirls around bring back The one that was beside
Darkness creeps in fire Infernos writing lies Tells you I won't break you Tells you I'll keep you alive Extinguished in a second A second after the first A second intended to last But dust to dust and ash to ash The cascades take all that is past
Take away the weakness Take in the soul of night Let this leave you hardened Reborn from embers left to die
Hello darkness my old friend, title came much later after shadow+fire thingy, kinda written spontaneously hahaha