A Poem by VennelaMargame

Wrote this in fifteen minutes very early this morning.

Evening, landlord. Are your studs upright
And rafters strong of limb and bedrooms warm?
And can you say your walls kiss close at corners
Or are there cryptic particles between?
Will our house be complicit? It's fair to ask.
I've lived and raged within, and now I need
Your reassurance that they're strong for me. 
My house is just another layer of skin, 
And happy houses know enough to bleed
When their tenants are cut. You see, it's true--
We all are cast as someone else's background.
We are but screens for life to flicker on. 
We paint each other's gardens like angry blooms
That fight and die in motionless wars of spite. 
Now can you be my background? Can you furnish
The colors I need behind me, unfolding bright
And broad the winged walls that urge my flight?
Are the doors and windows bolted safe and tight? 
Are the joists, the nails, the rafters strong tonight?
Please, when you find me, cut me down gently.

© 2017 VennelaMargame

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We are very much like houses. Sometimes we are at the mercy of others to keep it together. Any relationship we acquire is like hiring a contractor I suppose. They can either make you or break you. Made vulnerable by each and every touch, words are like paint...perhaps some of us just need a little more primer. You haven't lost your gift for writing. This spoke to the core of me.

Posted 7 Years Ago


7 Years Ago

Thank you. You do realize it's about suicide, though?

7 Years Ago

In your mind's eye it means something to you. It still leaves it open to interpretation as the reade.. read more

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Tags: death, suicide, complicity, connection, depression




I want to apologize to any friends on here for how long I've been delinquent. I need to get back on here, clear my backlog of read requests and get writing again. Best wishes all. more..