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This is a poem I had to write for english class. It's based on a book called 'The Lovely Bones' which is about a 14 year old girl being raped and murdered. I had to write it in about 10 minutes and since I had one of the lines from my last poem stuck in my head I ended up using it in this one. I'm not sure which I like better though.
Sink in the soil
Like a lowered coffin
Run your fingertips dry
Pull your hands tight
Plunge it further
Let the blood invade you
Feel the pleasure bite
She screams so pretty
Slide the metal
Time runs quick
As life runs short
Hurry!
Slice!
Slide!
Pain, beauty.
This is the best love you could ever have
*****
This one I wrote on the bus the other day, and seeing as I didn't have my bag with me I had to write it on my hand. I could barely read it when I gpt home but I think I remembered most of it anyway.
My father,
My father is heavy squares and
A sharp slap across the face.
My friend,
My friend is sharp angles and
Bones that stick me like pins.
My mother,
My mother is a sharp jaw and
Sharper words.
But he,
He was soft curves and
The devotion of a best friend.
He was butterfly kisses and
Soft touches in the rain
He was a day of freedom and
The best chocolate milkshake you ever tasted.
He was nervousness and
Shaking fingers and tender lips.
His curves are where I lay to rest.
He was the best distraction and
The only comfort I’ve ever known.
Now that I've read it again it just sounds all whiney and emo. Buggery bollocks! I sent it in a letter to Julie and she called me sobbing saying she missed Daniel too. Now I feel really guilty.
Anyway, I have work at 7:30 and sleep is calling, so nighty night my minions.
Sink in the soil
Like a lowered coffin
Run your fingertips dry
Pull your hands tight
Plunge it further
Let the blood invade you
Feel the pleasure bite
She screams so pretty
Slide the metal
Time runs quick
As life runs short
Hurry!
Slice!
Slide!
Pain, beauty.
This is the best love you could ever have
*****
This one I wrote on the bus the other day, and seeing as I didn't have my bag with me I had to write it on my hand. I could barely read it when I gpt home but I think I remembered most of it anyway.
My father,
My father is heavy squares and
A sharp slap across the face.
My friend,
My friend is sharp angles and
Bones that stick me like pins.
My mother,
My mother is a sharp jaw and
Sharper words.
But he,
He was soft curves and
The devotion of a best friend.
He was butterfly kisses and
Soft touches in the rain
He was a day of freedom and
The best chocolate milkshake you ever tasted.
He was nervousness and
Shaking fingers and tender lips.
His curves are where I lay to rest.
He was the best distraction and
The only comfort I’ve ever known.
Now that I've read it again it just sounds all whiney and emo. Buggery bollocks! I sent it in a letter to Julie and she called me sobbing saying she missed Daniel too. Now I feel really guilty.
Anyway, I have work at 7:30 and sleep is calling, so nighty night my minions.