I wear my own beliefs

like an over-sized veil

but i learned way back under the brooding wing of darkness

that we all have our imperfections

sometimes you just need to know where to find them

and in the silence so still

solace so ill

i lay myself bare

the speakers are screeching secrets loud and clear

i am my own witness

the splinters of sincerity i tried to bury

stab their way on through

and i find myself debating

the cost of exiting reality through my mind

the sun dance with the axes

swimming in the blood pools of my brain

why do i stop to hesitate?

rejection beckons me to run

wild into the shattered chanting corpses

that string out the nightfall

each and every break

they intensify the hate

can you identify the madness?

that ugly face that holds your weakness

but mine is just a torn open inner slide

the burrowing of maggots; the recollection

they feed me back my own guilt

and my only baring on this world

is my scarred skin

burning of the outside – in

i am my own human ashtray

to snuff out all hope of any normality

and just when you think you recognize a face

skimming across the muddy puddles edge

just know it’ll easy fade back away again

and in this naked exposure

truth is pounding in my own ears

my vision blurred a crimson shade

lure me on into the nightmares of me awake

with hands riddled with such temper they ache

my demons i clasp to shake

down the ceiling protection

where all the memories are stale

and the future is undone

fold it in and shatter the trails of woven damages

insomniac to this ticking clock

that doesn’t ripple light when eyelids are spread wide open

flickering a curse

these revelations are much worse

then your petty insecurities that are at stake

stretch to invent my own fantasies

where these four walls will divide

and no longer will i be facing up, exploring down

imploding in and winding round

self mutilation of soul i have invested my world in

with this manipulation of a worn out dream catcher

dusty, i have caved myself in

Rhiannon Beetlestone © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved

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  • Lord Banks on Aug 25, 2010

    An excellent poem in its depth and honesty taking the reader on a journey of torn imagery well done. LB

  • drelayaraja on Aug 25, 2010

    This is the best read of the day…

  • Aiswarya T Anish on Aug 25, 2010

    Excellent!

  • Jimmy Shilaho on Aug 25, 2010

    Awesome lines.

  • PSingh1990 on Aug 25, 2010

    Great poem.

  • Christine Ramsay on Aug 25, 2010

    You always write with such feeling. Another excellent piece.

    Christine

  • Atanacio on Aug 25, 2010

    the best things you write are dark keep it up :)

  • silentbob14 on Aug 25, 2010

    I especially like the title :)

  • Yalonda on Aug 25, 2010

    This is fantastic!!! I loved every part of it!

  • giftarist on Aug 25, 2010

    Deep thoughts. Nice share.

  • Kaye TM on Aug 26, 2010

    nice piece! so artistic. =p

  • rajaryanme on Aug 26, 2010

    A nice entry.

  • heidiefernandez on Aug 26, 2010

    Another one of your majestic creation…..

  • TommyP on Aug 26, 2010

    Hmm… Yeah… What Banks said! Just once I wanna see something from you about puppies, rainbows, and butterflies LOL!!

  • zulfiqarali5 on Aug 28, 2010

    awesome poetry ! gud work ……. also chk my work 2

  • P Hayden on Aug 30, 2010

    Wow! This one is stunning!

  • yes me on Aug 31, 2010

    This one is top drawer cheers

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