Thursday, December 30, 2010

Of new beginnings and old bridges

take a sack full of rose petals
and throw them in the air
its like blood rain
drops, red, fresh and soft
scarring me each time they rest on my skin,
like little razor blades with blood on their edges

take a sack full of broken glass pieces
throw them in the air
its like diamond rain
drops, red, fresh and soft
scarring me each time they rest on my skin
like little shards of diamonds,
cutting the fingers of the men who carve them out of black fossil stones

i dont like flowers
they lie, they die, they are pretty
i hate pretty
pretty is false, life is ugly
just like beauty from up close
thorns are real,
eternal
true

so give me that crown of thorns
nail my feet and hands
not because im a martyr
im no saint
i just like pain
im a bdsm-slut-addict-junkie

its a new sunset on the horizon
but its the same old sky
the same old sun

walking down a never ending road
walking into the sunset
new or old

5 comments:

Nikita Banerjee said...

A very good post! New or Old...same old sky, same old sun. Lovely! Happy New Year!

Raghav said...

happy new year to u too

bliss said...

that was one good piece. i barely caught the sentiments that inspired it but i caught the emotions of it and loved it. i am new to you blog and already like it :)

Zlaek said...

Wow. You dismiss beauty so easily, and so well.

Raghav said...

bliss thank you

zlaek, beauty must not be dismissed, but im flawed like that