You're Not A Ladies Man or A Land Mine

But I'm still filming my own fake death.

An artist
Is what you were born to be
You were borne to me
With baby’s hands and
Like a little man you
Tried to shake man kind and
Just like a baby
you would fall
And who was there
But the painting you keep hanging up on your wall
To wrap you up in your shawl
Keeping away all the tall
Monsters and creeps
Lying under your bed
Everything’s all in your head
Or so you said it’s all what it seems

I’m      holding      up     by      my     seams

My SCREAMS
Are left unheard
From behind the glass
That covers
My ever-forgiving
painted feelings
Peeling
From all those days
in the same damn place
With that same damned face
That looks back at you
With hopeful eyes
That tonight wont be a night
Full of cries
And I find myself unbelieving
Of all those ever-deceiving
Words corrupted
And I know my veins ruptured
At that point in time
Where I could no longer
Feel your hand
Placed inside of mine
And then I took my eyes
Put them inside my chest
Searching for the excuse that I like the best
And lest I forget
To frame it and
Wear it on me just like a vest
But my best vests are getting old and
My hearts not believing everything it’s told
The air around me hangs so cold
Wrapping around my throat
AAAND SOOOLD!
To the man dressed in white
Take hold of her life
Cause she won’t put up a fight
Tonight.
 

Author's Note

This is one I wrote in a couple of minutes. Written from feeling, like most of my poems are. And it's written so it could be read out loud. Kind of in a rap-style way. Haha.

Reviews

[jumbie's #1 fan]

this is really awesome. good job jackie!

[Jane Doe]

i like it its a excellent write and read i want to thx u for posting
luv ya
katie

[Ella Emergency]

"Searching for the excuse that I like the best"

that's an incredible line, it's the one that jumped out at me the most.
i feel i make excuses for everything, myself and others, my actions and my fears, and that line was like... a slap in the face :D
it was an excellent work all together.