Silent Profanities, Revised
the silence of these
screaming profanities!
only the light rise
of my bosom,
fluttering erratically,
soon to die.
ever stinging ache within
ablaze, engulfing my torso.
my inner-thoughts, my betrayal,
weakness emanating from my
sweat!
my cold cruel heart,
shut off from that once
intoxicating
passion that consumed my soul.
bitterness now my old friend,
keeping me alive by torture!
was i ever a woman consumed
by passions, that lived depite
my murderous intent?
ever drowning in my lovers
arms,
this wall is built of bitter bricks.
My fortress, your all consuming
love.
i seek you not...
must endure a thousand paths
of torment and a thousand
paths, which have no end or
start.
my contentment lies in
masters of old, for thier
insanity is kindred to my own,
troubles of the mind.
never to recieve any sign, only
to grasp, on turn of a phrase, to
sustain thought of my
bloodsport of art.
on the brink of lunacy...
never ending craving to read
the word or phrase that
connects my strewn about dots.
barely sane to be sober...
cutting deep into my warped
inner being,
no one one can understand or
put meaning to my vague
scribblings.
I'm not profound, written for
an emotional stunt, the ever
poetic child.
climbing to scratch his mark on
forest tree.
long forgotten, the passion in
this dungeon of my coldest
construct.
now, know these tradegys
scribbled!
lines of self pity and contempt,
if such are true realities in my
backward and warped
misinterpretations.
fools who find the meaning,
never have scratched my
surface.
nice to think they they can be
sympathized when devoid of all
true compassions,
they lie to them and pretend to
get the deeper consciousness
born , immaculate, chosen by
celestial providence...
the passion, she's calling you,
has been a forced
joke, fit in.
but truth be ,told, you have
been destined for this auction
of your soul, piece by piece,
like a bleeding cutout heart,
this much be private
understood hopefully by you.
but your peers will give you
accolades and those can't bear
to like your work, simply cause
they havent reached you realm
yet.
words to wise; protect your
words, as your breath, it's all
you really have now; survival
Copyright ©
Andrea Travis
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