Dysfunctional Thinking.

Just a few short poems. They are all separate from each other.

I close my eyes and drift to a new place........

     A place where the skies are orange and rusty. 

Screams echo and reverberate off of stone walls,

     Keeping everyone enclosed in the scene. 

Fire rips through the land and terminates all that stands in its path.

     There is no longer any hope among the people,

And I am sickeningly empty as I toss a used match onto the ground.

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All reason is sucked out of me as I lay my hand on your smooth, inviting skin.

I am gone. I'm just running on auto-pilot.

My emotion and sense slowly starts to soak back in after I walk out your front door.

It's raining. The stairs are in front of me.

I turn around; the door is closed.

I sit down on the first stair. I cry.

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You smile in the sunshine, but at night I hear your cry,

  "Father, oh, Father.....why must you keep hurting me?

   My heart is bruised and bleeding, and yet you keep

   abusing me. Father, oh, Father..when will you stop

   breaking me?"

I noticed the scars soon afterward. He doesn't touch you.

Where did you obtain the skill?

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He told me I was stupid. 

He told me he knew much better then I did.

Of course, he was right.

He was perfect.

I'm not.

He told me I'm beautiful.

He told me he wanted me.

Of course, I couldn't stay strong.

He was perfect.

I'm not.

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So tenderly you held me in your arms before,

You so brutally stuck the dagger in my back.

You smiled as I whimpered, and told me it was best.

I believed you. I always believed you.

You said you'd come back as you dropped me unto the earth,

And left me alone.

I layed in the gathering pool of my blood and anxiously awaited your return.

I started to feel a coldness sweep over my body, somehow strangely, 

From the inside. 

I called your name until blood poured out my mouth, and I saw you watching.

You laughed as you watched me gruesomely die.

And even though you were making love with Satan on the ground beside me,

I still believed you were my angel.

Reviews

[Megan]

There's a mystery about these, that makes me wonder what they are really about, that leaves me longing to understand them. But I also appreciate that I can't. I like all of them, and the imagery in them, but I think I especially like the 3rd and 4th ones.

The third one is one that I can relate to--when I feel like I am so imperfect for someone else, and they just shine..It reminds me of rocks compared to gems. And I bet if a rock ever got with a gem, it would feel like it couldn't measure up either.

The fourth one I love! The last two lines..
"And even though you were making love with Satan on the ground beside me,
I still believed you were my angel."
Ah, they rang true! I love the contrast of those lines, and the emotion in that person who just sat there waiting for someone who never came. It's heartbreaking.

[nevermindfan1991]

These are very well written, expressive and sad poems. The ones that touched me are ones that are about loving someone who has hurt your or betrayed you. All great poems!