Snuff

I based this off Slipknot's song Snuff because it just...speaks to me. It doesn't really go but whatever.

I still hurt

Like being kissed

By thick thorny woods

That I lose myself in

My sense

                  disappears

I'm your precious little submissive piece of porcelain

Lost in a sea

 

Of hate and love and confusion

I am a dilapidated rose

In your ominous woods

I can see it in those hazel eyes

I can see it in my ember-brown

Your image is so startling 

I'm still breathless

After months of being forgotten

For your little ocean-eyed one

                                                                Why can't we get along?

Perhaps it's the wrongness of 3 forces of nature

She is water

You are Earth

I am fire

And the secrets and tales we tell

                                                                              are            winds...

                                                                                        the 

Fire burns, but I'm afraid this one is slowly dying

But I will not let Water wash me out

Nor shall I relinquish my power to such a dark emperor as Earth

I will burn 'til my very last flicker of light

Dies.

Reviews

[Danielle Anatomyy]

To understand a poem to its full extent, you have to read it more than once. I can tell you, I've read this work well over twenty times. It has a well-deserved spot on my shelf. Everything about it, from the form, to the font, to the heart-wrenching detail, is all so precise and delicate; like how you describe yourself--- a submissive piece of porcelain. Your words had me intrigued; my eyes captivated to the glowing screen of my laptop until the very last word, the final syllable, dies. That, itself, is personification. Fire isn't able to die, but rather to go out; after the last flicker of light, as your said. I not only like your analogies, I see far more than mere potential in them. Poetry is said to be open to interpretation, and the way I thought of your dark emperor as Earth was Hades. The way I thought of your work, infallible. Value your talent, pursue it, please. For those of us who need others to put our thoughts into words; you supply a victor. Your writing is just that phenomenal.

[Graveyardfuck]

Thank you so much!
Usually no one ever seems to get my metaphors and such but I'm glad someone out there can grasp it.

[JC]

hell yea! burn burn burn! like fiery crazed roman candles we burn... f**k this is good....thats all i can say...i'm not smart enough to laud the immensity here but its f****n great

[Patrick O'Neil]

Intense and passionate write, makes me wonder whats the story behind the poem.

[Mr.Cardigan]

this is a great read and i love slipknot!

[Riley Bray]

This had me captivated! I loved your analogies Brooke. :) Keep writing; You're amazing!

[Winchester Saltgunner]

its interesting...i didnt get it at first then i fell in love with it the second time.

[Bowers]

wow, a great poem.. interesting, unique.. captured me in, and hed me until the last word.. DIES... strong. I love it!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

I like it. Strange it is and will always be but it has a clarity of thought that is often missing from others of this theme. It held my attention throughout and did not put me off; that's saying something positive too.

100 flickering lights

[Graveyardfuck]

Thank you for the review