Cherish Grotesque

I found myself, in the stains of a bathroom sink,

I was gone again to my mind, and I took the time to think,

What if this was how you found you?

I looked at the blood that trickled through,

And at the realization of what I didn't want to be, I became true,

What if you only met me when you downed you?

 

What if,

What if we are dead to ourselves, but I find me in you,

Enlightenment loving, happy that we found truth.

What if,

What if I could only stomach to see me from your eyes?

No matter how high you reach for yourself, you only find lies.

 

That's if, and now what's real is what I know,

I feel your body press against me, I know your warmed entice.

You speak of these arms of warmth, only then it's not a show,

When you're not here, all I am is a lusterless shattering ice.

I taste your lips, soft and sweet, but otherwise bleak,

Only from my eyes can you see your allure isn't weak.

 

I see me every day, malformed irregularities to weak delusion,

If it were up to me, I'd end this existence, and this confusion,

And what if you feel the same?

I know the way you think of you, less than elegant,

And so I tell you you’re beautiful, just for the hell of it,

Does it keep your bitter tame?

 

Well then, I guess, we cherish grotesque,

Overseeing self esteem for the being that is.

Well then, together, we’re beautiful forever,

Shedding atrocious senses of self, we’ll turn to this.

Reviews

[Nykkiicia Cion]

this is amazing! i love how u write an deven tho it is a bit morbid and dark it is absolutely true...even tho many of us don't necessarily think of ending it, we do define ourselves based on wat others think of us...and if that is positive, it keeps us sane. the last stanza is my favourite:
"Well then, I guess, we cherish grotesque,

Overseeing self esteem for the being that is.

Well then, together, we're beautiful forever,

Shedding atrocious senses of self, we'll turn to this."
i look forward to reading more from u

[Delicate Grace]

I love the language of this...the way it flows like a dream when you read it. It has that same confused spiral of feeling that sets in after you've taken a Lortab...it's scary and comforting at the same time.

Truth is in these words of yours. Alone we can be lost but found with someone else who's lost.
It's like she says in Untamed Hert, "He doesn't make sense, I don't make sense, together we make sense."

I know this work of art has a little more gritt to it than that, but it works. Your message is clear and comforting.

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This is great! You have a flare with words! I loved the dark aspect of the poem. I think it really added power to your words by asking What if... that was well done!

[No One Important]

I love this the words evoke such elaborate images and they speak to me on many levels