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I wish I was there to show you what a masterpiece you are
...
A collection of severed limbs are the pieces that fit you in
.
I'd always dream you slipped
.

A clash of gods conflicting in my mind,
throwing steel-tongued knives at
my eagerly carved heart


"You'll Regret This, Dont Do It"
says the fire-breathed sleepwalker
..

"It Will Be Your Victory"
says the soft-settled hand of truth
..

Where am I in the midst of your metallic creation?
..I am hidden in the forest of deciphered tongue..

"That smell is Beautiful. . . smoke much?" //says I..

"Yes my dear, all the time" // says he...
                           
there is a pit cutting deep into my missing breast,
you swooped down from the sky of black to wave your
velvet-skinned lover in front of my pride,
and in doing so you have wiped away any traces of me

[this hurts]

..Light it..
Flames rises like the tears used to birth in my eyes,
you swell me like a weaver casting out needles to the homeless.. gives them hope anyways.
I am your quilt, Make me my own

Light it, Light the flame burn into its scent.
Watch it fill the night air it never could before
...
Light it, light it please
.I need you.

tell me: "I need you, you're all I want"
But, I can code your music. .
You'll be long gone in time

I deserve it, I'll pass to death knowing I deserved it..

{my lips look like your cancer}

I want tenderness Not you

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

O fair moaner, Could you ever love me?
Let me decorate your face with a chant of my own blood. .
[a true romantic]
You cannot say you've come to thrust. . .
thrust yourself into the hot outer science concerning the chemical heart
...
Safety keeps these words from falling as they take a chance to part from the arms of a mother. .
The minister? The author? The minority?
Connect me to the prism reflecting of you and your
beautiful high. .

I could say "love me", but I prefer to keep my heart
in it's own place of trust.
Hell, even if the Heavens ever existed. .

A pit, a hole in the dead earth.
Moments like forever end in hours,
dreams span decades and are gone in
an instant..

this motivates me to try harder because I'll never have it..

penetrate deep into the bowels of my religion,
and sacrifice your soul in memory of those
strong whispers. .

they keep me on the path to forever

[forever]

Boundless and loving it cause tomorrow
holds the chance for chance
.for chance for chance.
I emptied my palms into your mouth
like a lover would
...

.light it again.

I want this and I motion my eyes to you
by rubbing them with razors. .

my hands tired, focused dead on to the bloated summers
. . .
close my blinking sight with the lifting of your hand
. . .
make the sunrise dance point-toed on the edge of a building
. . .
tear out cement and what will become of your statue
. . .
 .sleep.

 .sleep.

close your eyes and sleep

.leave me dying.











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On Saturday February 19th, 2005, blue (1756) writes:
My god Pinky, how did I miss this one?!? I can't give you enough praise on this one! This is so far out into the heavens only the angles may speak of it's beauty. Truly, you've set my heart alight once more! Love ya' ~b


On Wednesday January 19th, 2005, Trail of Fiends (37) writes:
The construction of your poems are unique. Apart from the decoration that I don't like. But brilliant.


On Monday December 27th, 2004, Sepulcrawl (106) writes:
This is really quite brilliant---especially for your age. I'll have a look through more of your work later. Continue to interest me! -pxc


On Monday December 20th, 2004, Full blame (33) writes:
the ending is marvellous. your style spawns tens of events in my mind I thought I'd lost


On Monday December 20th, 2004, An Expired Member (12) writes:
beautiful imagery


On Sunday December 19th, 2004, An Expired Member (4) writes:
thanku 4 ur comment, this poem is really really cool, i love it, specially the part that says "Let me decorate your face with a chant of my own blood. . ", it express of how i feel, really cool...


On Wednesday December 15th, 2004, An Expired Member (13) writes:
Wow...lovely. It kept me reading...and never got dull or boring. Great job. And thanks for the comment on The Transvestite's Execution...it was very appreciated.


On Tuesday December 7th, 2004, Zhee (638) writes:
this painted the most enigmatic of scenes... wonderful imagery.. captivating work as always!


On Tuesday December 7th, 2004, Zhee (638) writes:
i was spellbound from the first line!


On Monday December 6th, 2004, K_Love (686) writes:
"for chance for chance. I emptied my palms into your mouth like a lover would ... .light it again." Reminded me of a fairytale with so much imagery and beauty applied in it. Wonderful write.


On Sunday December 5th, 2004, frozen (741) writes:
lovely poem. Very emotional and powerful amazing


On Sunday December 5th, 2004, Twilight (2097) writes:
damn, what the emotional ride this was. some parts were so enchanting...in a glitzy/happy sort of way..and others were dark..and stick to the mind. a fractured piece of your heart...i see it in this piece. well done..


On Sunday December 5th, 2004, purr_verse (1427) writes:
*points above* What she said. >:) And I really liked the pyrokinetic imagery/energy woven through this. Complex and compelling; fine write.


On Sunday December 5th, 2004, An Expired Member (45) writes:
wow i dont know what to say besides i absolutely think this is amazing!


On Sunday December 5th, 2004, Valentine (508) writes:
subtle disturbance that your poem has rekindled. I think this is too wonderful to be true. I think you are . . . a blessing. You are a magnificent poet, calamity. ~ Rose


On Sunday December 5th, 2004, Valentine (508) writes:
*tears swell*. This is my honesty - I am in the house alone and for the first time earlier I felt frightened..i could see visions and such, but after reading this I feel strangely comforted in the most beautiful of ways . . and yet silently have the subtl



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