Below Zero

Poetry 4

Here are two really cool poems that I dug up out of the greatest depths of my collection.

Keep Her Away

She grips my heart with fists so tight
No way I will get any sleep tonight

Icy cold fingers and nails like knives
Search under my skin, seek out the lives

Of one hundred thousand smiling ghosts
Guests ‘round the table, cheering their hosts

Lips from a rose crush all of my bones
Against walls of only the bloodiest tones

Pleasure and pain are winds mixing well
Granting me both to Heaven and Hell

Eyes water and burn with salt from the sea
As the feathers above start smothering me

So lovely, and yet so out of place
A lady in heels dashing the race

Supply and demand shall not prevail
For this sailor whose ship has not a sail

Time will stop and Death take my hand
Along the path to a much happier land

Forgive this trespass, as I forgive
The way in which you forbid me to live

There’s no need for tears of joy anymore
So please tell me at last what you’re crying for?

Say Good-bye

It’s time to take down the very last wall.
Wherever the world ends, is where I’ll fall,

so don’t come looking for this baby to cry
and don’t expect a single tear from his eye.

He knows all of these games you’ve played;
all of that wonderful love you’ve made,

and it’s time for you to face hard facts:
not one more time will I feel your axe.

Must feel bad to know that you’re lost;
too many times, two fingers crossed.

Now let me explain what I want to say;
hundreds of times, I’ve tried it this way.

But now I feel it, the words honest and true:
never did I love someone like I loved you.

So let me know how it feels to be strong;
too blind to believe you could’ve been wrong.

These ears are just dying to hear what you think,
can’t wait to find out how low you will sink.

Lucky is whatever you were before now,
and honestly I don’t think I want to know how

you expect the end to come so easy and quick.
The lies you’ve spread, what you’ve said; now that’s just sick.

So say good-bye right now, meet this one last dare,
and if you don’t, well then I really don’t care.

The sun’s shining bright;
it’s the end of the night.

Just hurry now, go;
curtains called on this show.

Posted by ChrisU at September 26, 2004 03:00 AM