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_vikki_ (blindpower) wrote,
@ 2004-05-12 21:04:00
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    Current mood: accomplished
    Current music:Bayside

    Better this Way
    This is a poem I wrote for English class... I hope you all like it...


    Cheerless looking cherry curtains,
    Thick, coarse and aged,
    Dampen the sunlight
    Leaving your room in dreary shadows
    Somehow, you whisper to yourself, it’s better this way.

    A fan twice as aged as the curtains,
    Vainly spins with bent blades
    And a nearly burnt out motor,
    Leaving the air heavy and oppressive
    Somehow, you whisper to yourself, it’s better this way.

    Photos once prized sway in the tepid draft
    Some fall away from the mirror they once so lovingly adorned
    Ones of fractured moments of bliss broken from a life of melancholy
    Float away to the depths of the shadows to be pressed from memory
    Somehow, you whisper to yourself, it’s better this way.

    An empty heart to match empty bottles,
    Laying half under threadbare sheets
    Tossed aside after another night of restless sleep
    Labels half worn off show the direction your nights take
    Valium, Bacardi, and your ever-favorite poison of Vodka,
    You always catered to the Russian side of your soul on nights you’d rather forget
    Too many nights in a row you work on memory loss
    Somehow, you whisper to yourself, it’s better this way.

    Permanently illuminated in dim light
    Force your days to seem endless
    And beginning-less; melding with one another
    This shell of a life is your existence now
    Porcelain innocence shattered
    Worse then a china doll dropped from a third story window
    Somehow, you whisper to yourself, it’s better this way.

    The sultry air is blowing a bit harder now,
    The damaged fan blades are being guided by fierce gusts
    If you ever bothered to look past your dinghy crimson curtains
    You might realize that the sky is as black as the heart of your former supposed lover
    His picture is the next to be cast away from your vanity
    Discarded into the unknown depths of the shadows filling your room
    A smile touches the corner of your chapped and withered lips
    Somehow, you know it’s better this way.



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