Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search
 




Average Rating
0.00

(0 votes)

You must login to vote

Selfish Ire

Selfish seeds sown neatly in a row. Neglect, lack of nourishment..selfish shadows between the seeds and the sun. It withered and died. Does that surprise Me? It shouldnt.

Acidic tongue. Bold Pride, calculated hatred for the colour of My skin. Morse code. S.O.S. answered in hearts. Paid in spades. Only to be squeezed and robbed of every ounce of blood life, giving, breath-taking silence.

Silence rising thick and heavy through My soul. No need to breathe anymore. Its chasm much to wide and jagged with remorse and harbored storm.

Clearly you see the reasons, selfish as they may be. Flip a page to read another chapter of a realm with empty thoughts and harvested offerings with no taste, no flavour, all guts no glory.

To say it all, or to say nothing at all. Selfish. Self savoring papier only a figment of My fertile imagination. Created of a need to reach a hand out and share. My inner sanctum of flowers and spice, of darkness and light.

It was a risk and I took it. I bent it and I lost. Now its My turn to be selfish and calculated. Distant and aloof. Friends only. Too bad you were never really one.

Sprinkled sweet spices, only to be blown askew with harboured self righteousness

AR April 17, 2002




Related Items

Comments

The following comments are for "Selfish Ire"
by SinamonAngel

Selfish Ire
Selfish Ire

Selfish seeds
sown neatly in a row.
Neglect, lack of nourishment..
selfish shadows
between the seeds and the sun.
It withered and died.
Does that surprise Me?

It shouldnt.

Acidic tongue.
Bold Pride, calculated hatred
for the colour of My skin.
Morse code. S.O.S.
answered in hearts.
Paid in spades.
Only to be squeezed
and robbed of every
ounce of blood life, < maybe life's blood?
giving, breath-taking

silence.

Silence rising thick
and heavy through My soul.
No need to breathe anymore.
Its chasm much to wide
and jagged with remorse

and harbored storm. < I love this line

Clearly you see the reasons,
selfish as they may be.
Flip a page to read
another chapter of a realm
with empty thoughts
and harvested offerings
with no taste,
no flavour,

all guts, no glory.

To say it all,
or to say nothing at all.
Selfish.
Self savoring papier
only a figment of
My fertile imagination.
Created of a need
to reach a hand out
and share.
My inner sanctum
of flowers and spice,

of darkness and light.

It was a risk
and I took it.
I bent it and I lost.
Now its My turn
to be selfish
and calculated.
Distant and aloof.
Friends only.
Too bad you were
never really one.

Sprinkled sweet spices,
only to be blown askew
with harboured

self righteousness.

AR April 17, 2002

I broke the poem into stanzas and refrains for my benefit only. I wanted to read it oetically as it skirts toward prose. I love this. Great stuff... I have marked you as one of my favorites... http:www.artspoetry.com www.flickersoflight.org
poetspoetry.com/beverlyjraffaele

( Posted by: BevRaffaele [Member] On: June 30, 2004 )





Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.


Username:
Password:
Subject:
Comment:





Login:
Password: