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[skydust]

title: ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛᴇʀʏ

The burn of freckles starred skin,
turned my sin to clouds,
that danced as our bodies tangled,
your ice turning me to steam.
I have betrayed my lover's heart,
and let you dirty me.
With pleasure.
Until your hands curled around my neck,
as your lips once had.
I had betrayed him for you,
so death wanted you more.
He slit your white throat,
and as you lay dying,
blood gushing out the rip in your seams,
an anomaly I can perfectly explain,
you wrapped your killer hands around me,
and we both turned to ice.

--skydust

[ShawFeatherss]

Oh my, your poems are so beautiful! I read your rules, I hope you don't mind me posting my own poem here as I am a poet!

> I am a Glass Bottle

I am a Glass bottle.
A useless husk for your desires.
Peer into me, what do you see?
You didn’t expect me to be full of this
Did you?

I am fragile and brittle.
Too much pressure and I will crack.
Throw me against the floor
Watch my contents spill out.
My fury.

I am broken shards.
Under the pressure I went too far.
My body has been strewn through the room.
You sweep up my skin and mop up my organs.
Broken beauty.

I am pointless.
Thrown away too never be used again.
Perhaps you didn’t like my true contents.
I watch you shut the bin lid on me.
It’s the end.

I remember the beach.
I was sand, there for your joy.
A castle, a shell, the sea’s support
Scooped up and taken.
Melted to transparency.

And now I slit the throats of sea creatures.

“And that” The earwig said to the caterpillar “Is why you never judge a book by its cover. Someone may be something totally different inside to what they are outside. Like you. If you were glass, I’d see your pretty wings inside of you”.
“Wow.” The caterpillar said, “So what is inside of you?” The earwig chuckled at this comment.
“That is a secret, small worm. People don’t like sharing their true contents often” the earwig replied. “Take that praying mantis over there. It is stunning with beauty, yet inside it is red, evil and gooey” He said, as the praying mantis snatched up it’s next meal with it’s swift claws. “Sometimes a person’s true contents only show when they break. And there’s no going back after that. Everyone has seen what you are inside then. Be careful child, do not break so easily.” The earwig stated. He gave a weak smile and then walked away from the caterpillar. The caterpillar watched over the small leaves at each bug, all with different contents.

We are bottles too. People hide themselves behind masks often, and only under pressure will they crack. Some people can hide themselves well, not breaking as a glass bottle would, but rather a plastic bottle. Some people are glass bottles. They can get hurt easily and are fragile. I am a glass bottle, if that wasn’t obvious. I am destined to be a glass bottle. Perhaps us poets are messages in a bottle, with the words tied in us and our mouth the opening to that bottle so you can read our messages. If we float off to sea, will someone read us and discover our poetry? If you break us, will a stream of words ooze from our remains, or will our feelings? Are our poems words, or are they how we feel inside? That’s for your interpretation. I know what my poems mean, but the true meaning will remain in the bottle, along with the rest of my secrets, emotions and memories. If we break, what colour will flow out of us? Would the most seemingly joyous people flow yellow, or may they flow a different colour to how they appear? That we will never know until they crack. I will not know the answer to these questions for a while. One thing I do know, however, is that I am a glass bottle, and I will stay a glass bottle for my life.

[skydust]

title: ɢʟᴜᴛᴛᴏɴʏ

I teeter on the brink of extinction.
My body a misadventure,
missed by none,
torn by the nails of madness,
an afterthought,
to those who hold a piece of me.
My thoughts burn wickedly,
as I swallow ink and tablets.
My gluttony making me rip the flesh
off my bones,
so I can consume it like fresh grapes.
if you dare stop the oozing of my desire,
I'll drown in my own tears,
for you have failed my wickedness,
and anger.
You can't stop me now,
for it is far too late to stop
the consumption of souls.

--skydust

[skydust]

title: ɪᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇ

In a world full of wretched waste
and human garbage,
who am I to say we don't deserve it
when the sun expands and bursts?
Blueberry pie and orange tanned skin,
we call forth kings who collapse cities,
while licking their chapped cherry lips
and smiling with iron perfected teeth.
Our world burns to dust,
a sandstorm of human destruction.
So as the world caves in,
who will you blame?
The falling sky?
The cracking earth?
Or the one that sits at the top,
eating grapes and drinking wine,
as our skin burns clean off?
We let them slip by so easily,
the evil that rots at the top,
we don't notice as they take our gods by the throat,
and sink into their skin.

--skydust

[skydust]

title: ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪɴᴇ

I want to crawl
out of my own skin
and rip my body
apart.
The clock chimes,
and I know,
my time is up.
No one can save
a dead woman
walking.
Thank goodness.

--skydust

[skydust]

title: ᴀᴜʀᴀ

A wave of melancholy
follows the girl in blue.
It coats her skin,
her hair,
and her nails.
It sinks into her shadow,
not even the soles of her feet are safe
from it's liquid navy grasp.
Eyes like death
and soul a crashing explosion
of the midnight sky.
Constellations sewn together
by sorrow and grief,
for the life she could have had.
The life she will never have.

--skydust

[skydust]

title: ʙʟɪꜱꜱ

I'm falling asleep
with wine on my tongue.
A substitution for another
bad inclination towards
anything unholy.
My mind twirls,
with a certain bliss that
is feverishly glorious.
I only wish this feeling
would last a lifetime.
For I can't stand
when my mind is clear
and poignant.

--skydust

[skydust]

title: ᴅᴏᴏᴍꜱᴅᴀʏ

The croaking of death can be heard
as distant wisps from where we stand.
Together we watch as the moon splits
down the center, cracking, imploding,
an imperfection on its surface
that breaks its defences at last.
The destruction is so beguiling.
I forget the world is at its end
as we hold each other
hand in hand.

--skydust

[obscuredbyclouds]

*tw? i'm going thru it right now and wanted to share a little something i wrote up recently that basically sums what i've been experiencing. short and sweet. been wanting to get back into poetry.*

Dark fog dims the bright red light
and fills the room.
The next thing it clouds is my mind,
and now I really can't see.
Blinded by dark thoughts
and tears,
convincing myself there's only one way out.

It has a numbing effect.
I can't feel anything unless I try;
sometimes it hurts to.

[skydust]

title: ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

Loneliness will drive anyone mad.
It's haunting feeling in your bones,
carves them hallow
with the lack of warmth from those
we want the most.
It sinks into teeth like rubber,
the dents forever imprinted
on calloused skin and cold hands.
Accepting the truth
of the very fact
that you will be forever alone,
will tear you apart.
Forever and more.

--skydust