Lucky AngelA Poem by Archipelagoi like this one, but even though i've been trying to edit it, it's just not going anywhere elseYou smile, you have so much to smile about And I watch it all like it’s an autobiography Backwards and blacklit in a neon apocalypse A reeking plague blanket turned into a bed Eating is puking and belching is breathing And every friend came by easy Dissolves and congeals And is a night long with misery It’s the story of my life Splitting time between the fantasies I have of how it would be if I were a little faster Whole life it’s been the same, I miss it by an inch or a minute “If only I had another second another chance to redo it” It’s like two horses pulling me apart And I’ve been hit by so many cars But we only go around once so I’ve got to make it worth it Gonna make up for it so it’s as good as two lives and I better prove it I’ll learn by watching you, lucky angel Naïve as much as I’m alive, I swear to God it matters not How many times my heart divides, it is never any less because of what I give away to You, the many you I break the bonds that hold me to this one or a distant other and yet those chains remain, but they fall light upon my neck and seep the sweetness of their weight into my throat, and I find satisfaction in such slavery Your lips are numbing, our tongues entwined in one knot aflame Teeth thunder shudder rumble and fall Backward we tumble and embrace this appalling game We wonder who else will play We’re in love with the strain we place on each other The things that I whisper rile you And the way that you choke me Brings me to nirvana, the silence The long road we took here, the climax we reached You never knew, did you, the ultimate scene Would be the freefalling race of you leaving me But you can fly, lucky angel Rereading the letter over and over I slide a scalpel in between the front and back sheets Cut it into two copies, then repeat Over and over until I have enough to create A paper balloon shaped like a human, Thinnest skin, a translucent you that I can see right through And I dissect every word, but some of them are empty Just thrown in to rhyme, and some are worse So personal that I’ll never know where they came from And what they mean to you, And worst are the ones I can reach, I read into them and see the bottom, and they’re deep But hidden in your message is the truth that you will go soon But I forgive you, lucky angel I’m from the school of thought that practice makes perfect So I try my hardest, but it’s all for nothing It’s a game of chance, you can’t get better at Russian roulette No matter how many times I play by myself Three rounds in the chamber, I’m addicted to danger And since you’ve been gone it’s been harder to come by It’s a depression in pleasure, and you tried to deny it You never knew how deep it went, I never quite told you I couldn’t admit to it, so I tried to be noble And spare you the burden, but now I’ve got no more to give I gambled and lost and you’ve cashed your chips in Would you have given them back if you knew I was broken? I think you would, lucky angel © 2010 ArchipelagoAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 9, 2010 Last Updated on May 9, 2010 AuthorArchipelagoNJAboutI like writing. It relieves stress. I'm in college. - - - - - "When you saw, far off, the heavy fate approaching, did you not say to the mountains, “hide me”, to the hills, “fall.. more..Writing
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