April 28, 2005
Twinkle Twinkle
These diamonds they beg for release
A burning sea of them torrid and weltering
I hear their plea in the crashing against my insides
I see it written in crystalline froth
This would all be so much easier if I could let them out
For years they have been turned and the dam swollen with their BITTER seed
Searing light tears and shreds me inside shimmering off their darkest sparkle.
An ocean of glistening ribbons slick with BITTER diamonds
The pain sometimes is so great, pressure so strong, against the dam
My body aches, inside out, going through the motions but the cheeks remain dry
I am a pauper in the way that a heartbroken pubescent girl is an aristocrat
I need so badly to feel the release of a decade or more.
How can I hold this for much longer, there diamonds are killing me
The tide grows with the distance. Stronger. Harder
My soul, my heart it aches, bursting like a fountain head.
Shine down, scissor down, burn down, fall down…. down….
Or not.
So quoth Strange at 06:55 UTC
BITTER traces
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BITTER pills
and one day it will be unleashed, and i can only hope i'm there to hold you through it. i love you.
Posted by: l0relei at April 28, 2005 4:26 PM
HI,
I love your Site.
The BITTER is in me too.
I have been searching for a long time for a way to use my voice. I have some poems that I would love to send and have them posted if that felt right. May I?
Myra
Posted by: Myra at May 30, 2005 8:47 PM
You feel you have found your voice, that you have found understanding in the BITTER that is... Send me the trinkets of BITTER, Let your voice be heard.
Posted by: Strange at June 12, 2005 11:57 PM