Two More Poems

Really, the only reason I'm posting these is so that I can show them to my teacher tomorrow. She wants us to be putting our work "out there" and that includes on personal blogs. So. Yeah. Here are two more really depressing poems about how I'm all alone now and not dealing with it well. Actually, I wasn't. I'm doing better, as long as I'm not at work with nothing to do but think about it, or laying in bed trying to sleep.



Osculation

Broken,
....Desperate,
...............Begging with fiery kisses
...............For some sort of Redemption

Hands grasping at flesh,
......Violent as lips collide,
Holding on with strength
......That belies fragility.


This is the end.
This is -
Pulling away for the final time.


NO -
Pulling away
Just to reunite with yet another
.............................................Burning kiss.
......................It sears the skin.
......................Caresses that leave
.............................................A third-degree burn.


Wanting to hurt - 
Wanting to love - 

Wanting -

This is the end.

Siren's Song

Crippled

By nausea. By disbelief.


By pain so ethereal
.....................It almost does not feel
..............Like pain.

It is tightness.
It is gasping.
It is dull.
It is sharp.

.............................It consumes
................................Devours
................................Obliterates

A slow destruction

That eats away at calm

.............................................Leaving behind desperation
..................................................................Confusion
..................................................................Sadness
..................................................................Outrage





I do not

......................Want

............................................To





Drown