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I can’t write
My intellect has been locked in a box
And burned with the ashes
Of my burning heart so full of love
So trapped behind the word with no boundaries
It attacks and slaughters
It wins and takes the helpless
Renders them into slaves
Stripping them until they are bared naked
With only their fear of rejection to show
Love sits me down on a pedestal
Only to be judged by a jury of one
Where the voice is unanimous
And fills me with a conviction
To fall to my knees and weep
So I am found worthy of a life
Not behind bars and kept away form my world that revolves around the sun
So bright that judges me.
So am I guilty?
Yes, only for loving a man and holding back
I’ve kidnapped my feelings and locked them in the basement of my mind
Keeping them away from the escape
Where they can run around and announce
All the things they have seen inside
Calling the news where the anchorman will say,
“and now to Jack, in Priscilla’s membrane,
where her feelings have just escaped.”
Jack will reply,
“Yes, I’m at the site that Priscilla has been holding hostage
the victims from her heart.
In the cells right below where she creates her lies.
The searches were unsuccessful because they were kept
Locked so close together and undetectable.”
And I will be arrested and sat once again
In front of the jury that I lie to
And then condemned to spend eternity
In the sea of lies that my heart poured out
To protect itself from being broken
My ship’s masts still set at sail
Waiting for the winds to blow hard
That I might find the island where a treasure full of courage is hidden
And love will no longer be feared
But will find itself on defense as I pull my offense
Ready and steady I charge
Taking my chances against its massive torches that burn me alive
Until I am with the ashes of intellect
Waiting for my sun to shine life into them
So I can take form
And we will set sail together on Le Amour
Searching for a chest so full of admiration
That Le Amour will sink to the bottom of the sea
And our burning love will drown together
Taking its endless possibilities
And becoming a treasure of it’s own.
- by ScrillaChan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/29/2008 |
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- Title: hostages
- Artist: ScrillaChan
- Description: i wrote this my senior year for creative writing
- Date: 11/29/2008
- Tags: hostages
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Comments (2 Comments)
- CannibalWizards - 11/29/2008
- I loved it. BRAVO! cx
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- HoldenxCaulfield - 11/29/2008
- wicked.
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