Post by kpyro12002 on May 17, 2005 20:33:45 GMT -5
Hands
perfect instruements of beauty.
made for art, made for soothing.
strong and firm cause the writhing.
soft and gentle comfort finding.
five digits, square like bases
grant the horror on their faces
as the blood comes pouring down
grasp your lips your heart goes round.
masterful hands they go so quick.
as the clock goes tic! tic! tic!
his body falls upon the floor
on his wrists you see the gore
one bright slash and then another
look on him you horrid wacther
here him wishper "its okay,
please dearest keep your tears at bay"
now its over now its done
those hands that had your heart once won.
those instruements that made you cope
have stripped away your very hope.
trust once one now defiled
as you wacth you taste the bile.
now all thats left is so very bare
it true its real its so unfair
your dearest savoir has ended it all
by his hands alone did he fall
this poem has pantamiter to it so read it as such. i notice now that it is imperfect, i used the word won twice and that makes it kinda lack spiffy vocabulary that and two lines i took straight from another poem i wrote which i am still decideding whether is just plain lazyness or its poetic reference. i acutally drew a picture to go with this. i am a pretty bad artist but it turned out recognizable. its a scarredup naked guy on his knees but i erased the penis and just smudged the area bc i put it on the wall of my room and someone might walk on who might not appreciate a penis on my wall. of course i also have sentances written in blood there so i guess the penis probably isn't that big of a deal
perfect instruements of beauty.
made for art, made for soothing.
strong and firm cause the writhing.
soft and gentle comfort finding.
five digits, square like bases
grant the horror on their faces
as the blood comes pouring down
grasp your lips your heart goes round.
masterful hands they go so quick.
as the clock goes tic! tic! tic!
his body falls upon the floor
on his wrists you see the gore
one bright slash and then another
look on him you horrid wacther
here him wishper "its okay,
please dearest keep your tears at bay"
now its over now its done
those hands that had your heart once won.
those instruements that made you cope
have stripped away your very hope.
trust once one now defiled
as you wacth you taste the bile.
now all thats left is so very bare
it true its real its so unfair
your dearest savoir has ended it all
by his hands alone did he fall
this poem has pantamiter to it so read it as such. i notice now that it is imperfect, i used the word won twice and that makes it kinda lack spiffy vocabulary that and two lines i took straight from another poem i wrote which i am still decideding whether is just plain lazyness or its poetic reference. i acutally drew a picture to go with this. i am a pretty bad artist but it turned out recognizable. its a scarredup naked guy on his knees but i erased the penis and just smudged the area bc i put it on the wall of my room and someone might walk on who might not appreciate a penis on my wall. of course i also have sentances written in blood there so i guess the penis probably isn't that big of a deal