I'm an avid fan of both reading and writing poetry. Below is a piece that I "finished" recently. It's from a series I've been working on entitled "Elora Nights". 
You delivered dead roses to my freshly painted front door, your scent still lingered on their frail corpses
You returned to your snow globe with its flower baskets and gallows swinging in the swift, west wind
The black X already marked in my name, yet I walked upon your tightrope, hoping not to fall into the ashes of the autumn leaves below.
Sparrows seeded tulips by your basement window, and my pink dress melted the dusty February snow
You said your heart had finally bloomed.
Yet slowly a petal here and there, would fall, and your eyes turned from cerulean to dusk
The X bleeding through my dress, stained and dirty.
I washed and washed my mind, bleaching, scrubbing until my nails were painted crimson with blood
You lured me to your mausoleum and we took our places side by side
My body, an empty vessel clinging to dead organs that you despised
You burned all the tears I cried; shamefacedly I limped away into the forest of prudence
And I emptied my last beat of my mind onto your tulips, and the last petal fell
I took off my dress and laid it on the ground.
Pink and black, my ears leaked your words
I loved you. You hurt me.
T.M. Pongracz -2012
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Permalink Reply by Tanya Michelle Pongracz on March 22, 2012 at 3:28pm
Permalink Reply by Lion on the floor (natkat) on March 22, 2012 at 6:06pm So wrong yet so funny! You never cease to amuse.
I don't know what your profession is spaz but I really hope you do some comedy...you are a natural!
damination {spaz} said:
fine, non penis poem coming up
I'm trying to do this based on memory, something I wrote in high school:
Oh burning pork flesh
you smell so sweet
Oh burning pork flesh
your taste can't be beat
Oh burning pork flesh
I paid by the pound
Oh burning pork flesh
the spit spins you 'round
I put an apple in your mouth
so that you won't squeal
and in an hour
you'll be my meal
Oh burning pork flesh
your revenge is so sweet
Oh burning pork flesh
when my heart stops to beat
*though I feel it's neccesary at this time to point out that I am not a vegetarian*
Permalink Reply by Tanya Michelle Pongracz on March 24, 2012 at 11:11am © 2013 Created by Weezer.
