a_little_wisp
03-24-2009, 05:29 PM
(Fairly long, wrote it about a year and a half ago.)
Tramp
Stripped bare by your filthy hands -
Did you not know I was a virgin
With only a taste of what was to come?
A kiss here, a touch there
Where none should have dared.
"Treat me gently," I begged,
But you were not one to listen,
To preoccupied, too caught up
With your own desires,
By the movement of your hands;
Only through your need was I visible -
Your heart did not see me,
Very few turn your head.
The first time, I resisted:
"I'm not a whore!" I screamed -
But chinked was my armor,
Torn my pride,
And off came my weathered ideals.
Wretchedly, I awoke in regret,
Pulled on and together
All I could gather and
Went out to find you again,
To prove that you
could
not
move
me.
I was stronger that that,
I am stronger than you.
And still, I did nothing -
All my charms were o'erthrown*
And mine own strength failed me
In my greatest hours of need -
And oh, god, how I needed you.
So I let you have me, again and again.
I began to see you for what you were,
You were -
Not filthy, nor fair,
Your fingertips, chilled as ice,
Your mind frozen against my winter,
And because I was cold,
Took and stole warmth
And never gave,
You cared not for what you took
And none cared for what was taken
From me -
You were all I ever asked for.
Though I'll admit -
I aimed high, gloriously high,
Without the wings nor wind to carry me.
Who knew I was this creature?
Pale and pathetic,
Now stripped, naked, nude -
And I could stop you,
I could drop dead now if I chose,
I could defy you, worse,
Ignore you as I've done before.
Ignore you...?
But that brings no pleasure -
Sitting glumly in a room,
My pale face lit with a dull glare of light,
Wasting away on websites
And dim dreams, my window closed
Against your light,
Wondering
And waiting for you to
Want me.
Oh World.
Oh World, a cruel place you are,
A crueler lover,
Spinning without a mind to me,
While I pine to be a part of your every plane,
Crevice, dip, and line,
Indulging in the taste of freedom -
I'm afraid I must fight you now,
I cannot resist you, ignore you,
Nor give myself up completely to you-
For I know even now,
Used and wasted, my title is
"Tramp" - and no one knows me anymore -
I know, at least, that I must fight you,
And I'll try you, again and again,
Until your fingertips are burning for me,
And every molecule of me is searingly
Insistent
To be a part of you.
Some will see me then,
May want me then,
But I'll have none but you
In my sight
And crave you ever more.
Though I am cold right now,
And your fingertips make me shiver and sob -
Where this is more like rape
And I am more a victim -
One day I will be stripped,
I will be sweating,
Never satiated...
Soaring.
*William Shakespeare, The Tempest "Prospero's Speech"
Tramp
Stripped bare by your filthy hands -
Did you not know I was a virgin
With only a taste of what was to come?
A kiss here, a touch there
Where none should have dared.
"Treat me gently," I begged,
But you were not one to listen,
To preoccupied, too caught up
With your own desires,
By the movement of your hands;
Only through your need was I visible -
Your heart did not see me,
Very few turn your head.
The first time, I resisted:
"I'm not a whore!" I screamed -
But chinked was my armor,
Torn my pride,
And off came my weathered ideals.
Wretchedly, I awoke in regret,
Pulled on and together
All I could gather and
Went out to find you again,
To prove that you
could
not
move
me.
I was stronger that that,
I am stronger than you.
And still, I did nothing -
All my charms were o'erthrown*
And mine own strength failed me
In my greatest hours of need -
And oh, god, how I needed you.
So I let you have me, again and again.
I began to see you for what you were,
You were -
Not filthy, nor fair,
Your fingertips, chilled as ice,
Your mind frozen against my winter,
And because I was cold,
Took and stole warmth
And never gave,
You cared not for what you took
And none cared for what was taken
From me -
You were all I ever asked for.
Though I'll admit -
I aimed high, gloriously high,
Without the wings nor wind to carry me.
Who knew I was this creature?
Pale and pathetic,
Now stripped, naked, nude -
And I could stop you,
I could drop dead now if I chose,
I could defy you, worse,
Ignore you as I've done before.
Ignore you...?
But that brings no pleasure -
Sitting glumly in a room,
My pale face lit with a dull glare of light,
Wasting away on websites
And dim dreams, my window closed
Against your light,
Wondering
And waiting for you to
Want me.
Oh World.
Oh World, a cruel place you are,
A crueler lover,
Spinning without a mind to me,
While I pine to be a part of your every plane,
Crevice, dip, and line,
Indulging in the taste of freedom -
I'm afraid I must fight you now,
I cannot resist you, ignore you,
Nor give myself up completely to you-
For I know even now,
Used and wasted, my title is
"Tramp" - and no one knows me anymore -
I know, at least, that I must fight you,
And I'll try you, again and again,
Until your fingertips are burning for me,
And every molecule of me is searingly
Insistent
To be a part of you.
Some will see me then,
May want me then,
But I'll have none but you
In my sight
And crave you ever more.
Though I am cold right now,
And your fingertips make me shiver and sob -
Where this is more like rape
And I am more a victim -
One day I will be stripped,
I will be sweating,
Never satiated...
Soaring.
*William Shakespeare, The Tempest "Prospero's Speech"