A statue she sits by ProReginaQuodTerra, literature
Literature
A statue she sits
A statue she sits.
Halo gold, pale skin, pursed lips,
The sea spits a slow rage that crumbles castles and cliffs
The wind howls a vow to drown every damned man it sees,
For the clouds fear the creatures with the stars in their reach.
and in spring she paints. Rich colours lighten the coal
and she paints herself an island, and she paints it with walls.
And the waves wash against steel, instead of substance and grass
And she carves how it feels into ruby stained glass
So that with roses for eyes and ice coated lips,
Halo gold, pale skin,
A statue she sits.
She sits on the floor,
Fists clenched, eyes torn
It’s a hospital room: clean, bright,
Swinging bulbs, fake light-
Folding in shadows, half-whispered dreams
And she’s cold, and she shudders
Bites back her screams.
Her hands feather pieces,
Finger tips burn; floor glitters hell,
Her mind, shattered, screeches
They were hers, hers, no one else-
Her hair spills dark curls, blood floods her mouth,
And she gasps at now-lost words
She just can’t get out
And red eyes scan white walls, and red lines scar skin,
And whatever this room is, it’s keeping her in
What then are rooms, dear; what’s the light keeping out?
Rooms a
Something is gone, it’s missing
As my eyes flow slowly red,
My face grows creased,
I ache. There feasts
A parasite in my head.
My breathing breaks, my heart it shakes
And my voice, my arms, my soul-
What use are tongues,
That can’t find love?
What use are arms that cannot hold?
I cannot speak, it hurts me
What else is there to say?
When all my love
drips poison
and all my hopes cause pain-
Fear replaces wishes,
I feel joy eat me up inside
I feel a gnawing,
Blunt razor sawing
And it hurts to be alive.
You don’t love me,
Don’t say that you don’t know,
I can tell you; you don’t.
But it’s gotten me thinking a lot about what it must mean to love someone,
Love is giving. It is caring, and worrying and
Being so interested in someone
Every word they say is gold
And love is annoyance
And arguments, that lead to understanding
And forgiveness for all the others flaws
Love is knowing who someone is
Knowing all of their demons and showing them all yours
And still loving, and still caring,
No… it’s caring even more once you know.
I can tell you that you don’t love me
And that you never will,
Because you
Some people stand on cliffs
Thinking of what cannot be
Kiss goodbye to their loves, their lives,
And jump far out to sea.
They open their eyes to darkness,
For they’d rather be asleep,
Decide one day, they cannot stay,
And they leap, my dear, they leap.
Some people are but lonely,
And they stare as cars pass by
Perched on a bridge, smile pressed to lips,
They descend into the night.
For them, this world is painful,
They hate their watered-cheeks,
Life’s not fair and it hurts to care,
So they leap, my dear, they leap.
Perhaps their hearts are broken-
Perhaps their smiles are fakes,
Either way, they cannot stay
Or stand to be awak
My left holds right, presses a thumb
My spider web spins, thin skin bruises blue-numb
I build a brick wall, head crashes back
Watch the tearing unfold, in the mirror I painted black.
I gasp at hot words, stuck in a broke-throat
Right scrapes the floor, shakes with the poison she wrote
The mirror is screaming, my reflection is stained
As I shudder and shatter and choke out her name-
And the tearing is working, it rips perfect scars
Left holds the letter that unlocked my heart.
My anger spills crimson, on the cage floor
A saw hanging splayed- across the axe-splintered door
I crawl to conceal the clawing inside,
As I haul out the hatred that bur
I feel a little heavy, my vision's hazy as I step
My heart's a-full of sawdust, and I'm choking in my head,
And they say it's in the giving, I want to give and give.
I want to play you stupid music, and kiss the lyrics off your lips,
And I want to buy you roses, and dance away the night
But I tremble where I stand, and I cannot meet your eye.
I want to make you happy, to surprise you just to see
You shaking, laughing, crying: to see you wild with glee
I want for you the starlight; for the wind to love your name
And I shall whisper to it softly, until no other words remain
But, I fear you cannot see me, that I'm too perfect in my guise
I am le
I wish it was easy by ProReginaQuodTerra, literature
Literature
I wish it was easy
Forget who you are, change into something new,
Because the world is looking and telling you to:
You cannot be weak, they'd never forget,
Hold back the tears you haven't shed yet.
Guarantee to try hard! It won't be enough,
Then hide disappointment: fake it, smile, bluff,
Hold your head higher, because dropping your chin
confirms that you're worthless: you're letting them win.
It will only get harder, and harder and then-
You'll take two steps backwards, and have to start again.
But oh no, you can't stop this. The cycle's begun,
You must fall a hundred times; get up a hundred and one.
Will I ever be able to stand like others in prid
Oh delusions you are a funny thing,
Nonchalance, with few peaks:
Well goodbye! You've had your try,
And I don't think we're meant to be.
I think I knew something was wrong.
Vision was cloudy, through the screen.
Small things, pointers as it were,
That stopped it ever washing clean.
And did I know, until know,
That you were not what I thought?
Well, I think in some respects,
I imagine all things of that sort.
We don't fit quite right you and I,
I've known that, always have.
But I'm a mould, I move like dough-
And stick to other's paths.
People you see are selfish.
And you've got such a lovely tongue-
It talks, it blabs, blame
A statue she sits by ProReginaQuodTerra, literature
Literature
A statue she sits
A statue she sits.
Halo gold, pale skin, pursed lips,
The sea spits a slow rage that crumbles castles and cliffs
The wind howls a vow to drown every damned man it sees,
For the clouds fear the creatures with the stars in their reach.
and in spring she paints. Rich colours lighten the coal
and she paints herself an island, and she paints it with walls.
And the waves wash against steel, instead of substance and grass
And she carves how it feels into ruby stained glass
So that with roses for eyes and ice coated lips,
Halo gold, pale skin,
A statue she sits.
She sits on the floor,
Fists clenched, eyes torn
It’s a hospital room: clean, bright,
Swinging bulbs, fake light-
Folding in shadows, half-whispered dreams
And she’s cold, and she shudders
Bites back her screams.
Her hands feather pieces,
Finger tips burn; floor glitters hell,
Her mind, shattered, screeches
They were hers, hers, no one else-
Her hair spills dark curls, blood floods her mouth,
And she gasps at now-lost words
She just can’t get out
And red eyes scan white walls, and red lines scar skin,
And whatever this room is, it’s keeping her in
What then are rooms, dear; what’s the light keeping out?
Rooms a
Something is gone, it’s missing
As my eyes flow slowly red,
My face grows creased,
I ache. There feasts
A parasite in my head.
My breathing breaks, my heart it shakes
And my voice, my arms, my soul-
What use are tongues,
That can’t find love?
What use are arms that cannot hold?
I cannot speak, it hurts me
What else is there to say?
When all my love
drips poison
and all my hopes cause pain-
Fear replaces wishes,
I feel joy eat me up inside
I feel a gnawing,
Blunt razor sawing
And it hurts to be alive.
You don’t love me,
Don’t say that you don’t know,
I can tell you; you don’t.
But it’s gotten me thinking a lot about what it must mean to love someone,
Love is giving. It is caring, and worrying and
Being so interested in someone
Every word they say is gold
And love is annoyance
And arguments, that lead to understanding
And forgiveness for all the others flaws
Love is knowing who someone is
Knowing all of their demons and showing them all yours
And still loving, and still caring,
No… it’s caring even more once you know.
I can tell you that you don’t love me
And that you never will,
Because you
Some people stand on cliffs
Thinking of what cannot be
Kiss goodbye to their loves, their lives,
And jump far out to sea.
They open their eyes to darkness,
For they’d rather be asleep,
Decide one day, they cannot stay,
And they leap, my dear, they leap.
Some people are but lonely,
And they stare as cars pass by
Perched on a bridge, smile pressed to lips,
They descend into the night.
For them, this world is painful,
They hate their watered-cheeks,
Life’s not fair and it hurts to care,
So they leap, my dear, they leap.
Perhaps their hearts are broken-
Perhaps their smiles are fakes,
Either way, they cannot stay
Or stand to be awak
My left holds right, presses a thumb
My spider web spins, thin skin bruises blue-numb
I build a brick wall, head crashes back
Watch the tearing unfold, in the mirror I painted black.
I gasp at hot words, stuck in a broke-throat
Right scrapes the floor, shakes with the poison she wrote
The mirror is screaming, my reflection is stained
As I shudder and shatter and choke out her name-
And the tearing is working, it rips perfect scars
Left holds the letter that unlocked my heart.
My anger spills crimson, on the cage floor
A saw hanging splayed- across the axe-splintered door
I crawl to conceal the clawing inside,
As I haul out the hatred that bur
I feel a little heavy, my vision's hazy as I step
My heart's a-full of sawdust, and I'm choking in my head,
And they say it's in the giving, I want to give and give.
I want to play you stupid music, and kiss the lyrics off your lips,
And I want to buy you roses, and dance away the night
But I tremble where I stand, and I cannot meet your eye.
I want to make you happy, to surprise you just to see
You shaking, laughing, crying: to see you wild with glee
I want for you the starlight; for the wind to love your name
And I shall whisper to it softly, until no other words remain
But, I fear you cannot see me, that I'm too perfect in my guise
I am le
I wish it was easy by ProReginaQuodTerra, literature
Literature
I wish it was easy
Forget who you are, change into something new,
Because the world is looking and telling you to:
You cannot be weak, they'd never forget,
Hold back the tears you haven't shed yet.
Guarantee to try hard! It won't be enough,
Then hide disappointment: fake it, smile, bluff,
Hold your head higher, because dropping your chin
confirms that you're worthless: you're letting them win.
It will only get harder, and harder and then-
You'll take two steps backwards, and have to start again.
But oh no, you can't stop this. The cycle's begun,
You must fall a hundred times; get up a hundred and one.
Will I ever be able to stand like others in prid
Oh delusions you are a funny thing,
Nonchalance, with few peaks:
Well goodbye! You've had your try,
And I don't think we're meant to be.
I think I knew something was wrong.
Vision was cloudy, through the screen.
Small things, pointers as it were,
That stopped it ever washing clean.
And did I know, until know,
That you were not what I thought?
Well, I think in some respects,
I imagine all things of that sort.
We don't fit quite right you and I,
I've known that, always have.
But I'm a mould, I move like dough-
And stick to other's paths.
People you see are selfish.
And you've got such a lovely tongue-
It talks, it blabs, blame