dead memoriesA Poem by Xmemories of my dogtags Silver
sheen as if moon light on a gloomy evening reflects sadness on a face
that seems not bothered. Silver resembles sadness that ensembles hate
within a ring I wish was of death. When I look at it brings tears to
my mind because my eyes are not man enough to cry, but how could it be so difficult when memories of distraught are formed?
Tyranny of a lonely soul, pleasure of aching hearts, I am a contradiction, because my metaphors are complete opposites. My tags were a gift from
the enemy that tortured me with lies, but I guess I was the gullible one for believing them, because who else can tell me about myself besides me? My tags bring dead memories as they hang lifelessly from a suffocating neck that inhales blades that get stuck like a dorito that wasn't chewed properly. It hurts.
But through the horror I cry shades of blue that shine from a metallic core that symbolizes my cold rugged heart born of compressed agony, uniting as one. It reminds me of what almost made me a darkness, a thing that hates the world. I wouldn't be considered a human because I'm in a world of gays and I'm the only one that isn't happy. My smile is a self privilege, if I did it habitually it'd be insane because I don't have a change in feeling.
It's interesting. The tag splits in two, I think it represents a duality in personality. The tag separates leaving emptiness for the good times, hanging out down the street the same ole' thing we did last week, we as teenagers are immortal, my life was never that complicated. I moved into Satan's wallet ignorant of the idea of what a home actually was. Struck by swift hands of splinter, it stings my cheek while being blinded by a smile of deceit. Happy memories. © 2010 XAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on August 13, 2010 Last Updated on August 13, 2010 AuthorXAthens, GAAboutLove movies, whatever genre. ummm i am a noob writer, i don't even write (usually) but recently i have been influenced by people around me. i'd have to say about 30% of my freinds wrote peotry. so... .. more..Writing
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