Post by angelicanubis on May 1, 2008 21:08:21 GMT -8
I'm not really a poet (and I REALLY, REALLY suck at coming up with titles for things), but I wrote this poem when I was really upset about someone I thought I trusted and the fact that they back-stabbed me. It's free verse. Lots of criticism is fine because I'm not very good at poetry and I know I need to learn a lot. Here it is:
Deep red wine, the color of lingerie
Seduces me as it dances in circles in its glass cup
Like a bellydancer, teasing me with its lustful body rolls
It promises to rescue me from this world with just a sip, make me forget my pain
And I crave its numbing witchery as it promises protection
For this reason, I cherish and protect it because it holds onto the last string of my life
Like a delicate yolk in an eggshell, I know the wrong move could destroy its glass
And I need it, so I give into all its demands
Hold it like its a fragile baby who could crack its head open if I dropped it
Revel in glee as I consider the possibilities of feeling loved
Of escape and happiness once I take a sip
But when the moment comes, I realize I have been tricked
Alcohol lulls people into a comfortable stupidity
And just as I thought I had finally found release
And been healed and accepted like I'd always dreamed of being
I found out I was a fool and the beautiful happiness people promise you
Is only a trick of the light that hides the stab they are going to deliver you once you forget to worry
The glass of wine was just hiding its ridges with sweet words
Its sharp edges stab me and I bleed to death
Completely vulnerable and unable to escape its tormenting pain
Two-faced and selfish, it has destroyed me when I was at my most weak
Seduces me as it dances in circles in its glass cup
Like a bellydancer, teasing me with its lustful body rolls
It promises to rescue me from this world with just a sip, make me forget my pain
And I crave its numbing witchery as it promises protection
For this reason, I cherish and protect it because it holds onto the last string of my life
Like a delicate yolk in an eggshell, I know the wrong move could destroy its glass
And I need it, so I give into all its demands
Hold it like its a fragile baby who could crack its head open if I dropped it
Revel in glee as I consider the possibilities of feeling loved
Of escape and happiness once I take a sip
But when the moment comes, I realize I have been tricked
Alcohol lulls people into a comfortable stupidity
And just as I thought I had finally found release
And been healed and accepted like I'd always dreamed of being
I found out I was a fool and the beautiful happiness people promise you
Is only a trick of the light that hides the stab they are going to deliver you once you forget to worry
The glass of wine was just hiding its ridges with sweet words
Its sharp edges stab me and I bleed to death
Completely vulnerable and unable to escape its tormenting pain
Two-faced and selfish, it has destroyed me when I was at my most weak
