Fray

This is a simple regurgitation of jumbled thoughts =)

 

My name is Masochism,

And I pound on the windows of your dark,

Echoing thuds on tinted glass.

 

Can't you hear me?  I'm right here...

 

I knock your doors of unwholesome thoughts,

Reach my hands through your letterboxes,

Lurk under your eaves.

 

You lay, deaf, intent on ignorance.

 

As I cling to your windowsills,

Climb the gutters of your morbid,

Console your abhorrent, grisly, ghastly,

Sickly feelings.

 

Bridge the dismal distance,

Between intolerable dark,

and 'it'll be okay'.

All encompassing blindfold on your eyes

Guiding your path to obstacles.

 

 

The promise broken is worse than to have never promised at all.

 

And yes, I know the right promises to make to twist you around the little finger of your fate.

 

While I reside in those dark corners the light can't reach,

Watching over you,

Think of me, rescuing you from the world,

 

Protecting you from the let downs and abuse.

 

If you have no hope then there is truly nothing to lose.

 

When there is nothing to lose you can be free to loiter in the alleyways of life,

The roadhouses of fear

and the cosy familiar cottages of despair.

 

 

My name is Masochism, and I have made you a home.

Author's Note

I'm very welcoming toward criticisms...I'm a firm believer that my work needs improvement so any advice would be lovely thanks =)

Reviews

[QuantumPlateShone]

Hmmm, very interesting! Your vocabulary selection I found very poetic and vivid. The imagery you use is quite tangible. I like to ask people what their interpretation of their own work is, as everyone can see different meanings in the same piece. So what do you perceive in this writing?

[Perri]

The meaning I originally was aiming for was that masochism can worm its way into a person and wear them away, and some people are masochistic to the point where they don't know anything else, so they're too scared to love themselves because it's something foreign to them. And so they get comfortable and people can end up spending their whole lives inside the walls theuve built themselves...the hurt becomes a sort of addiction and forms dysfunctional home inside their soul. Does that make any sense at all? xD I find it hard to know what I'm even trying to say oftentimes. But please do interpet it yourself, that's the essence of poetry! Thanks for the review =)

[QuantumPlateShone]

Very powerful!

[Rhianne Ney]

Greatly penned poem. I don't know what to say but you nailed it greatly with the imagery of Masochism. I have nothing against masochists but sometimes i don't understand their unusual acceptance of pain.
(: 100/100

[Perri]

Thank you! I used to be quite masochistic but I'm more of a realist now...it's certainly an improvement =) I guess it's a lot to do with feeling inadequate and undeserving of the joys of life...but everyone should be able to enjoy themselves every once in a while at least.
Glad you took the time to review, I appreciate it ^^

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome