The Garden PoemIn the garden,The Garden Poem by Veo33
she would sit for hours combing her hair
praying that spring would bloom again inside her.
The weight of winter
compressing her bones into sedimentary rock.
She could make a home for herself there beneath the Daffodils
and use snail shells to frame the doors and windows
of her house made of broken clay and glass.
When it rained, she would lose her ankles in the mud
and confess she could feel the Earth's heartbeat with toes wiggling.
she would close her eyes and hum, tangling
her fingers with tree roots. By morning, she would be covered
with dead leaves and the cocoons of caterpillars
who grew tired of their homes.
So they changed their shape and moved to a safer place
to raise their children.
After years of growing out her hair,
and trading secret with Evergreens,
she felt the soil had finally betrayed her.
Promising a Summer filled with young l
antiquesShe knew that moving too soonantiques by Veo33
would stir the rheumatism in his bones.
So she stayed in the same place
for two hours, listening
to his laborious breaths
rearranging the dust flecks
left on his lips from their kissless evenings.
He woke, coughing and crumbling.
She thought the effort would finally take him.
His eyes glazed by fading faces and promises made as a child.
He used to sing to her every morning.
Today, he strained to recognize her hands helping him out of bed.
For three days, he had called her Margret.
At the table, she answers the same questions
as the day before, and the day before, and every week before that.
Briefly, she considers replacing her name with a song bird or a Pop Idol,
but cannot bring herself to lie, knowing
how soon she may be forgotten.
Every evening she strokes his face
and whispers her wedding vows
as if they were a secret.
ImpossibleI dream of a womanImpossible by Veo33
with a stag's head.
Her wrist chained to her antlers.
She parts her lips to speak
but only whimpers
Numb For AbuseNumb For Abuse by thekeyzrox
I think youd like to see my eyes bleed
down my already red cheeks
and all this while I beg for you stop
"Please pretty please"
and you just turn and look at me
like I would be speaking chinese
and you dont even notice me
on my red raw knees
When I was a kid
I didnt know I would
one day wake up
and Id be carrying this
the most obvious
explanation for seeing a shrink
but I wouldnt really care
if my eyes turned pink
or rolled bac in my head
atleast he would think
or even realise I exist
sometimes I wonder
if the world is really hell
and when we die to heaven
we go by our last excel
and as our lungs empty
our souls plenty
but I dont know if it was true
but hell defiantely sent you.
so follow me all my wishes
cause I wish I was numb for pain
and come here
all my interests
cause my abuse
sees alot of use in you.
A dead girl walking.
To die without leaving a corpse.
Current Residence: no where, now.
MP3 player of choice: cocksmoker.
Skin of choice: the kind that doesn't perpetually shiver.