Shadow
When the darkness says hello,
I tend to tell it hello,
back.
When it pulls me into a hug,
Dancing and twirling,
I don't fight.
The feel of the air in my hair,
The way it pulls me out of my shell,
It understands,
It knows how I am.
The light never could tell me,
Tell me that I could have so much more,
If I just turned,
And looked at my own shadow.
-Me, 5/25
Guilty
When it sees me,
It smiles.
When I see it,
I laughed.
I loved the feel the shadows left on my skin,
The cool brush of a feather.
The bitter sweet taste of lime,
The thoughts of love,
All were true, in different ways.
They were feathers,
Soft and young,
But short lived.
The tastes were true,
Their thoughts were bitter,
And yet sweet only to me.
They loved me,
And I to them,
But they left,
Leaving me truly dark and hallow.
And now,
They await outside,
Wanting to see me.
Hoping I'll return their happy faces,
The one without guilt waits,
While I sharpen my knives of shame,
And hide them in my belt of masks.
-Me, 5/25
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
