Zee.
10-01-2009, 03:09 AM
Post any old poetry you've written, that should have..perhaps, been thrown out a long time ago.
I dug this up - i wrote it a few years back, it makes me cringe a little, but here we go
Disengage the soul
Dissect the body.
Extract the bones,
strip off the flesh
go back to the start.
Peel back the layers, gaze at what you see.
Skin to skin.
Examine each fiber with curious care
find out what went wrong
when and where.
Prod each muscle softly
turn them over,
flex them back.
Watch for movement,
see what they lack.
Outline the shape,
the bends and curves.
The bones and the skin
abandoned for years.
Turn them over gently,
but dont assume too quickly.
Look into the eyes
the past hidden deep.
dont be fooled,
by the reflection of what you seek.
Not all is ever,
not all is ever what it seems.
Disengage the soul.
Reach in
take out
the one thing you whispered,
you couldn't live without.
Hold it close and try to understand,
why it wandered so far,
to such distant lands.
And when you ask again
and wonder why
the soul will tell you
the same reply.
"Distant lands
had solutions
to loveless problems.
And it looked so appealing
at all, none deceiving,
this is the only way."
Hold it close
and stroke it's feathers
feel it bury in your arms
to escape the shiver.
Keep it close to your heart
a ghost nearby
to always defend you,
when it all gets too hard.
Listen to it screaming.
Calling to you.
It all pointed in one direction,
the map it drew.
Break into the mind
It's a little bit tricky
and you wont find the key
a mind this illogical
you can dream, but never see.
No numbers
no patterns
a labyrinth if you must,
of words and ideas
and thoughts
and nightmares.
Closed doors, open ones
dare you start to venture,
dont ignore the warnings that are strung
they suggest you do not enter.
There are pretty little windows
and creaky old stairs.
The further you enter
the closer you get.
I suggest, visitor
you take a deep breath.
Darkness looms
creation holds a candle
the mind is a dangerous thing
a maze that changes
every once and awhile.
Open it
shake it
pull it all out.
Challenge it
push it,
watch it lash out.
Steal the heart
steal it
and bury it
for how many years
until the mind,
body
and soul claim it
as theirs.
Pull it out and rip it open
sew it back up
fix what was broken.
Give it love
the love it gives back.
Give it all,
what the past did lack.
When winter comes
the bitterness sweeps
it'll chill the heart
and call it hers to keep.
Break the mind.
Dissect the body.
Disengage the soul.
Steal the heart.
I dug this up - i wrote it a few years back, it makes me cringe a little, but here we go
Disengage the soul
Dissect the body.
Extract the bones,
strip off the flesh
go back to the start.
Peel back the layers, gaze at what you see.
Skin to skin.
Examine each fiber with curious care
find out what went wrong
when and where.
Prod each muscle softly
turn them over,
flex them back.
Watch for movement,
see what they lack.
Outline the shape,
the bends and curves.
The bones and the skin
abandoned for years.
Turn them over gently,
but dont assume too quickly.
Look into the eyes
the past hidden deep.
dont be fooled,
by the reflection of what you seek.
Not all is ever,
not all is ever what it seems.
Disengage the soul.
Reach in
take out
the one thing you whispered,
you couldn't live without.
Hold it close and try to understand,
why it wandered so far,
to such distant lands.
And when you ask again
and wonder why
the soul will tell you
the same reply.
"Distant lands
had solutions
to loveless problems.
And it looked so appealing
at all, none deceiving,
this is the only way."
Hold it close
and stroke it's feathers
feel it bury in your arms
to escape the shiver.
Keep it close to your heart
a ghost nearby
to always defend you,
when it all gets too hard.
Listen to it screaming.
Calling to you.
It all pointed in one direction,
the map it drew.
Break into the mind
It's a little bit tricky
and you wont find the key
a mind this illogical
you can dream, but never see.
No numbers
no patterns
a labyrinth if you must,
of words and ideas
and thoughts
and nightmares.
Closed doors, open ones
dare you start to venture,
dont ignore the warnings that are strung
they suggest you do not enter.
There are pretty little windows
and creaky old stairs.
The further you enter
the closer you get.
I suggest, visitor
you take a deep breath.
Darkness looms
creation holds a candle
the mind is a dangerous thing
a maze that changes
every once and awhile.
Open it
shake it
pull it all out.
Challenge it
push it,
watch it lash out.
Steal the heart
steal it
and bury it
for how many years
until the mind,
body
and soul claim it
as theirs.
Pull it out and rip it open
sew it back up
fix what was broken.
Give it love
the love it gives back.
Give it all,
what the past did lack.
When winter comes
the bitterness sweeps
it'll chill the heart
and call it hers to keep.
Break the mind.
Dissect the body.
Disengage the soul.
Steal the heart.