Lingering like a bad smell you reek of my addiction. Stooping so low as you to try to tempt me with more of your devilish junk mail words. Words you hope will stir thoughts of seeking, of seeking like minded lost souls with distracted eyes, eyes baring far away dreams of glazed numbness that bleed from their dirty dark corners.
And you, you know that there, in your words, lies the kind of solace that can only be found in the hunger for wanton abandon. You try to bait me with my weakness, Well I ain't biting.
I want escapism, the clean, crisp, clear kind that allows me to look within and out, and not through the smudges of guilt and shame that is you blearing my vision.
You are.... everything I escaped to ...and from, the parasite that lived under my skin that after hours of vengence feeding surfaces as the bad after taste of over indulgence fat and swollen into a moment wherein I have to weather a storm that is a huge wave of tumultuous rage in my stomach, willing it to crash the crave fuelled undercurrents or your words to pieces.
You are residual, you are the washed up scum foam that I will not dirty my feet on.
i am amazed. i never knew that there was someone else who felt like i did. the only difference is that i wrote about the depression that i sunk into, not what i would say to the person who caused it. i am touched
I am not able to single out any part of this that is my favorite part...so many striking images and well expressed lines! I felt a certain victory when I finished reading this, perhaps your composition has helped me work through!
It's great to discover your work!
Not exactly pleased with this guy, eh?
In any event, I--like everyone else--greatly enjoyed your poison pen letter of a poem.
It is good to get it off your curvaceous chest, isn't it, lovely lady?
i love this... it has such emotion..... i especially like ''you are the washed up scum foam that I will not dirty my feet on'' i couldn't help but giggle when i read that :)
What is the devil's fury? anger, wrath, ire, passion, frenzy, madness to the
point of expression, because these are the natural emotions that all
people feel, but it's the way a person acts on an emotion that seperates
us all, you capture the writer, the meaning and the ferver passion,
this is great work, keep it up ^_^
There emotions are readily understood by all, it's something we all go through, that one person who makes us chew our bottom lip to keep from spewing at their faces, I liked this, not in the oh so gooey give me a heart way, in a cleansing cathartic way.
. very powerfully expressed, dear victoria ... i remember the phase in my life when this rage would enter my zone ... and i'd have to express it ... to ensure my internal equilibrium ... sometimes, i'm still provoked into it ... but over time, it becomes less intense ... just my thoughts about rage ...