Heart-Shaped Box

Rip out my soul...
Keep it from me
Be my private Persephone,
And hold my essence, until it cringes
Or dies...
Mete out such horror on my waking heart
That it shall not break, but be no more.
Show me the quintessence of you.
Drag me into your underworld,
Where truth and lies aren't mutually exclusive;
Where emotion is the seasoning
Of my body, ripped limb from limb...
Oh, how the underworld seems less cold.
Strike me down, and I'll be better,
For then I'd know acknowledgment...
Let me smile and seek escape
From Heart-Shaped Coffin in your mind...
Confirm my uselessness...
Bear platitudes.
Leave.

Author's Note

In hindsight, not very good, to me... Be brutal. Helps:)

Reviews

[Sukriti Suki]

I really like this. The title speaks volumes in itself. Wonderful and deep.

[Calypso]

Well written!

[Thea Fuentebella]

oh this is a powerfully-worded poem. heart-shaped coffins..i've never heard such good an imagery! and i've never thought of "me" and "persephone" to use in rhyming. brilliantly unique. you have your own way in expressing your words. nice...:)

[*[[ Cadence ]]*]

this is a very good poem, well done! (:

[Tasha]

this was so amazing and so well worded. you did an outstanding job Bryan.

[M.Babu]

"Where emotion is the seasoning
Of my body, ripped limb from limb.."

Well worded! Definitely good job!

~M.Babu~

[Jake Staffeld]

If you don't think this is amazing, you aren't looking at it with clear eyes. It's amazing.

[Erinne S.]

You may think it's not very good, but I think it's beautiful!

~Erinne

[Dahlia Phoenix]

Beautiful, just beautiful.

[Matthew vonHone]

Very nice. I enjoyed the imagery and the message. Keep up the good work.