[/i]note: i used commas to put spaces in b/c it won't allow me to put spaces at the beginning of a line.[/i]
Blinded by life's colours
I cast reels into darkness.
I stood there and paused
I caved into its eyes.
,, Not god. not devil. the beast
,, waded and stared
and stared until I didn't need
to look to feel its brawny pulse.
,, I felt most serene. Then
I couldn't quite breathe.
I moved and it grabbed hold of my throat.
The wind bathed through my hair
I pretend you are here. I kiss
your warm shoulder.
That made it all stop
It didn't of course. That's
why I had to turn and run.
must the beast be always behind me?
I cry sometimes when my mind
kisses your lips and rests on
your thigh. I pretend you are here.
I'm scared I'll never feel
, a hearts rhythm bid me to sleep.
I'll make love to you. and read to you.
, and show you a good time.
I'm scared I won't be around to
, see joy fill your eyes.
I'm still running and running
, I have no idea why.
The beast is still behind me.
I turned and saw it wink.
I left this one untitled. i would like to read some responses, so if anything, try and give it a name. if you're at all intrigued by this poem, I'm going to post an advice inquiry in a few days, so please try to respond to that to. or insted of. or whatever. I'm lonely and terrified of single girls. I'm a 20 yr old guy, sort-of slim with long, pretty (so everyone tells me) hair.
I wrote this poem in sortof a depressed frenzy, and thought it was brilliant when i read it over right away. the next day i thought it was cliche, kindof lame. now i'm starting to like it again. I've never shown it to anyone. thanks for reading!