Sick Lullabies

Sick Lullabies

A Poem by We are young.
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Inspired by "Mr Bright side: By the Killers. Probably one the best I've ever written.

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It’s time to find the songs that whisper your words as they fade away,
 but never the ones that scream your name in too many syllables.
Time to smooth away the curves and creases in my sheets 
where you could lie, and paint over the walls where I know I'll still lie to you.
Time to watch the sunsets,
and feel the light burn into my eager eyes,
but it’s not quite yet the time to weep golden tears.
It’s time to fold away the regrets and chances I never took,
 and splinter them into brittle diamond shards. 
I’ll plant them amongst the flowers, 
and watch them grow into mirror-trees,
refracting your laughter, reflecting every shallow smile.

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his hands slip along her skin, across the pearls and silk
all the beautiful things he could never name.
her fingers are pressed against his chest
spread wide, nails red, violent red.

through the window, I’m screaming.
I can’t look at the satin-soaked images in my head
and I can’t imagine them away.
Flashes of red, each pulse of cartilage pushing me further.
saints into sea, wine back to water.

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If I could tell you now:
I would have saved the words
pushed them carefully into a bottle made of sea-glass and pulled until they stood tall, strong against the world’s eyes.
I would have kept them safe,
clutched against my chest as you sliced through my skin, 
painlessly, timelessly.
The blood whispered away into spring air,
and I still smiled as my lips rusted with your lies.
I would have held my words close
until summer-soaked skies beckoned her away,
and you turned to me in momentary reprieve.
I would have given my words to you then,
and watched as you broke through the sea-salt glass to the meaning within.
I would have stared at you, wide-eyed.
Amazed with your distrust,
That seemed to seep through your quivering lips.

© 2010 We are young.


Author's Note

We are young.
Since it gets kind of confusing, it is about a a cheating relashionship, and words that the girls wishes she would have never said to the guy. Because she wanted to save them for the right moment, maybe when he would actually be faithful to her.

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This is an absolutely beautiful poem. I could pick up on where the inspiration from Mr Brightside came in, most definitely. There were a few words I could sing to the song. :] I pictured the music video in my head too, and I think it worked brilliantly.

I love the imagery in this poem, it's just so amazing and appropriate.

"It’s time to fold away the regrets and chances I never took,
and splinter them into brittle diamond shards.
I’ll plant them amongst the flowers,
and watch them grow into mirror-trees,
refracting your laughter, reflecting every shallow smile." - I would have to say that these are most definitely my favourite lines, especially because you incorporate the characteristics of light and mirrors so well. :]

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is beautiful… I love the story behind this, and the words that you chose are really poetic. One thing that's bugging me, is that in the 4th line, it seems to me that "would" would fit better than "could."

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is so wonderful....sad, but so beautiful. We all want what used to be, long for what could've been. This was beautiful.

I’ll plant them amongst the flowers,
and watch them grow into mirror-trees,
refracting your laughter, reflecting every shallow smile.

I love that...very nice work here, love.

Posted 14 Years Ago


There is a stunning beauty that flows through the sadness.. the longing for what was.. what could have been... You use so many vivid expressions to convey your thoughts: "and I still smiled as my lips rusted with your lies." Brilliant.


Posted 14 Years Ago


I suggest you should add an after note to this one..cause the theme does become a bit not much though confusing at certain points but then that is what i think...you have used some very poignant expressions..they are beautiful..
and watched as you broke through the sea-salt glass to the meaning within..the sea salt glass..it is beautiful..

Posted 14 Years Ago



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I'm not going to same I'm not average, Because I am. I dance in the rain and make sick jokes. I'm not a person who speaks out or who states her opinion. I can be the calmest person when i want to, or .. more..

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