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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Ms. Nobody (explicit poetry)
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    I attract attention
    They beg for a imparted glance.
    Not one dares to touch
    They all gaze in awe.

    I am nothing special
    Nothing to set me apart
    Listening to the world roll by
    My gilded cage.

    Longing, pure, desperate,
    To touc, feel, see, understand
    Everything
    That is out there.
    Reaching through the bars
    I plead, beg,
    For one of the onlookers-
    Help me.

    No such luck.
    Until.

    It's a handsome stranger
    With the key that will open my cage
    Our hands twine together
    He sets me. Free.

    Wrapping me up,
    Dazzled by his smile,
    One minute I'm on my own
    The next locked in his arms.
    He tells me of the wonders
    Gives me reason to believe.
    He shows me the horrors
    He will keep me.
    Safe.

    Giving him the key to my gilded cage
    Its then that he offers me
    The sun, the moon, the stars,
    In the dark safe and secure
    It's a violent love that sends me to the moon above.

    The sun comes up
    He is still there
    Something stings
    Something that was there before

    Now its missing.

    I want to explore more
    He reminds me it's not safe out there.

    I look to my gilded cage
    I wonder if I got to see more of the world from there
    Rather than here.

    I yell
    I scream
    I fight,
    I'm trapped.

    Oh

    To be free.

    But,
    He's laughing,
    At me.
    Showing me the key.

    Today
    There is no darkness to hide my shame,
    There is no moon,
    Violent love bloody,
    Lude.

    Grief,
    Shame, infection and sores,
    Bruises bloody,
    My mouth,
    My ass,

    I try to escape,
    He looks to me and cries
    I remember how he saved me,
    The gilded cage.
    I remember the horrors
    They plague the world outside these walls.

    Dead inside
    The window pane cracked
    He says it hurts him
    How could I throw away the violent love we had?
    The poisoned rain seeps in.

    Rushing to his open arms
    In the dark I am safe again.
    Touching the stars,
    I look to the streets.
    There is no one there
    No one to see the broken,
    Bloody,
    Me.

    He leers at me
    Scoffing
    Telling me that I am nothing
    I am warned
    He knows,
    The danger.
    He can easily be for me.

    I rush into his open arms
    Begging for love
    I count my blessings
    While chained exposed to a wall.
    Collared and whipped,
    I am reminded
    I asked, for this.

    Now
    My gilded cage
    There is nothing special about me

    I am Ms. Nobody
    I am without a face.
    Yearning for the bloody embrace.

    I feel nothing
    I see nothing
    I look to the stars and beg
    Give me the violent love
    Give me that safe embrace.
    Show me I am worth something.

    No one cares,
    No one ever will.
    I am nothing to look at.
    No more will strangers stare.
    I am just like them
    Innocence lost.

    Yearning for a reason
    To love
    And to share.

    There is no reason to care
    I will forever be.
    The nameless face in the crowd
    A silent story
    locked
    In the gilded cage.


    (Ehhh its shit, first poem had to write it for english. And yea dont know why I felt like posting it here.)
    ~Valensia~Hestia~
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