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I was thinking of making a new journal just to post my poetry in, but then I remembered I have this one. Although I don't like the name, I guess it'll have to do. So, here you go...
Oh, and I'll limit one poem to a day, and put it under lj-cut so it won't take up your friends page. :D
Teeth Marks
From day to day, daybreak to nightfall, I try to say… say anything at all.
But, I just fall to my knees and cry to myself.
Nothing comes out.
It all stays inside, so I reach for the pen and start to write… write anything at all.
Daybreak to nightfall; day in; day out.
I write anything I can. I write all that comes out.
It’s better than a shout. I have control of the words.
But, I don’t however control the hurt.
So, each word that’s written I feel the pain.
I feel like I’ve been bitten and I feel some shame.
Not sure why, but I just do.
Maybe it’s ‘cause I think it was you.
Your teeth marks are apparent as my love for you.
And, they’re deep. You broke the skin and made me bleed.
Your teeth marks represent my love.
Metaphors and fantasies: that’s all my life seems to be.
And, your teeth marks remain just where you left them.
It’ll never heal, unless I feel nothing at all.
This poem is essentially about two things. At first it talks about how much easier it is to express yourself with poetry than with talking and etc... Then, it uses teeth marks as a metaphor for love. How the one you love bites you when they don't love you or something... And, their teeth marks left behind are compared to love. Like, how it's deep and bleeding... You know? How it hurts. All that.. Yeah.
I was thinking of making a new journal just to post my poetry in, but then I remembered I have this one. Although I don't like the name, I guess it'll have to do. So, here you go...
Oh, and I'll limit one poem to a day, and put it under lj-cut so it won't take up your friends page. :D
Teeth Marks
From day to day, daybreak to nightfall, I try to say… say anything at all.
But, I just fall to my knees and cry to myself.
Nothing comes out.
It all stays inside, so I reach for the pen and start to write… write anything at all.
Daybreak to nightfall; day in; day out.
I write anything I can. I write all that comes out.
It’s better than a shout. I have control of the words.
But, I don’t however control the hurt.
So, each word that’s written I feel the pain.
I feel like I’ve been bitten and I feel some shame.
Not sure why, but I just do.
Maybe it’s ‘cause I think it was you.
Your teeth marks are apparent as my love for you.
And, they’re deep. You broke the skin and made me bleed.
Your teeth marks represent my love.
Metaphors and fantasies: that’s all my life seems to be.
And, your teeth marks remain just where you left them.
It’ll never heal, unless I feel nothing at all.
This poem is essentially about two things. At first it talks about how much easier it is to express yourself with poetry than with talking and etc... Then, it uses teeth marks as a metaphor for love. How the one you love bites you when they don't love you or something... And, their teeth marks left behind are compared to love. Like, how it's deep and bleeding... You know? How it hurts. All that.. Yeah.