Another Sleepless Midnight Punk Romance

Hey.
New thread.. my first post ever.. hope to post a lot.. whenever I can. I absolutely love this site. It's such a great source of inspiration.. and really.. that's the only thing that makes life worth living sometimes.

This is something I wrote for a good friend of mine, someone who I care about and who I have a lot to thank for.



Push it out until you bubble and bleed.
Foam at the lips,
I want to see the angst seething.
Today you are at your best,
And without that,
I'm nothing.

Abhorrent selfishness,
It's been my demise before you.
In wanting your masochism to cease,
I'm only thinking about myself.

Hate outwards,
And fill them all with warmth,
They cherish the feeling of not being alone,
But they don't say a word,
In fear of wearing your skull.

Your skin and boiling blood,
Congealing from time to time,
Maybe I shouldn't be so quick to condemn your actions.
It seems you tear the clots from vessels,
And flow once again,
Ever into my brain,
Through my fingers,
Twitching nerves,
Pulling tendons,
Gasping for air,
Choking on the realisation.

Click.
We're reminded of guilt.
If I'd been there,
You wouldn't be who you are today.
Click.
Ascending numbers,
Declining opinion of self.
But what you've left with me will never be taken away.


Please post about this wether you get it or you don't.. and if anybody writes anything because of this.. I'd love to read it, as with anything I post in the future.

its really good mate..i'd be itnerested to know the inspiration behind it.

Right.. gonna post two old poems. They're kinda personal.. and I was writing them at a point where I was feeling low.. but I knew there was a way out of it. I guess these poems are just bitter, and I'm hoping people can relate to that teenage angst/melodramatic stance on relationships thing. God.. I'm just a walking cliche
All the feedback on these will be much appreciated, as I've never really showed them off.
I suppose this is also a sort of baptism for my poetry too. I'm not really writing anything as pessimistic as I used to.. and I'm trying to get a bit more 'wordy'.. so posting these is, in a way, marking the end of one phase, and the beginning of another.
Here's the first.. enjoy.


Fly Tiny Artery Red

I found a perfect butterfly for you,
It had a body of coal,
Black and brittle as silence.
I cradle her with trembling hands,
Its wings paper thin,
Spattered in artery red.
I separate the pages,
Of the most beautiful book I will ever read,
And stare at fate full of fear.
I found a perfect butterfly for you,
My tiny black butterfly slept in my arms.
My perfect butterfly was dead.

I like all of them, especially the butterfly. They have a great rhythm about them - each line short, but descriptive.

The first one kinda reminds me of a vase or a candle stick, looking at the shape of the words. Was that intentional?

Come... Step into the other boards... We're waiting for you.

It won't hurt...

It's not so bad once you're there... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Have you ever read any of Irvine Welsh's poetry? He does weird stuff with layouts. Really good though. Simlar writing style to yours too, only he writes with a Scottish accent