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Can't you see

The twisting your words cause me?

The writhing they stir up inside

The hurt they force my face to hide

If only you could see deep down

The person here inside this clown

I make the jokes to warm your soul

Within I try to keep control

I tell myself you do love me

But it is getting hard to see

Your comments finding open wounds

Your questions seeking hidden rooms

The marks are mounting on my skin

From cuts you make from deep within

If only you could truly see

What your words can do to me

I cannot hold the ache for long

I will soon sing my bitter song

Maybe then you'll realise

I am the things that you despise

That in my heart I am the one

You laugh, insult and poke for fun

That the one you hold so dear

Is also one at whom you sneer

What will pass across your mind?

The thoughts of how you've been unkind?

The words you let fall from your lips

That stab like knives and sting like whips

Maybe it will make you see

How much you can hurt easily

If I must, I will reveal

So I can begin to heal.

 

 

(please excuse any typos, so very tired, so very, very, tired and distracted! Sorciere casts an eye over the beer talkers in #thepen

Posted

I love this...

 

I was thinking along those lines just tonight. *Hugs*

 

If I could make a suggestion... try breaking it up a bit. It's a really good read, but it gives me a bit of a headache trying to read such a huge chunk of text without any line breaks.

Posted (edited)

Thank you Alaeha, you're right I think about breaking it up, or your eyes seem to just run along the page, I had the same problem myself this morning (That's what happens when you post at a silly hour hehe) so here is the sliced version. for those who liked it the way it was, I left it intact at the beginning of the post :)

 

 

Can't you see

The twisting your words cause me?

The writhing they stir up inside

The hurt they force my face to hide

 

If only you could see deep down

The person here inside this clown

I make the jokes to warm your soul

Within I try to keep control

 

I tell myself you do love me

But it is getting hard to see

Your comments finding open wounds

Your questions seeking hidden rooms

 

The marks are mounting on my skin

From cuts you make from deep within

If only you could truly see

What your words can do to me

 

I cannot hold the ache for long

I will soon sing my bitter song

Maybe then you'll realise

I am the things that you despise

 

That in my heart I am the one

You laugh, insult and poke for fun

That the one you hold so dear

Is also one at whom you sneer

 

What will pass across your mind?

The thoughts of how you've been unkind?

The words you let fall from your lips

That stab like knives and sting like whips

 

Maybe it will make you see

How much you can hurt easily

If I must, I will reveal

So I can begin to heal.

Edited by Sorciere
Posted

Excellent! Seems scarily like the reverse angle of that song I wrote at work today in some ways. This is a class read, Again - you have the nack of getting across in vivid detail raw human emotion and human thoughts in a very real and down to earth fashion.

 

I think the fact that you've written this in the first person gives the emotional element a real kick to it. Like Wren said - it does cause a lump in the throat!

 

:wolf:

Posted

BIG thanks to Alaeha who went through this for me and pointed out some great alterations and grammatical points (I always was useless with punctuation hehe). This is the revamped version.

 

I can't stand it... can't you see

the twisting your words cause in me,

The writhing they stir up inside,

The anguish I am forced to hide?

 

If only you could see deep down,

The person here inside this clown...

I make the jokes to warm your soul,

while mine is frozen in this hole.

 

I tell myself that you love me,

but it is getting hard to see.

Your comments finding open wounds...

Your questions seeking hidden rooms...

 

The marks are mounting on my skin

from cuts you make from deep within.

If only you could truly see

Just what your words have done to me

 

I cannot hold this ache for long

I soon will sing my bitter song

Maybe then you'll realize:

I'm all the things that you despise...

 

That in my heart I am the one

You laugh, insult and taunt for fun.

That I, the one you hold so dear

am also one at whom you sneer

 

Then what thoughts will find your mind?

Then, will you think you've been unkind?

The words you let fall from your lips,

That stab like knives and sting like whips

 

Maybe it will let you see

How much you have hurt carelessly.

If I must, I will reveal

Maybe then my soul will heal.

Posted (edited)

No thanks necessary... really... I enjoyed doing it. It was nice to be able to go through someone else's poem and suggest entire new lines or pairs of lines without feeling guilty about rewriting or "taking over" someone else's work.

 

Glad to know that I could help with it...

Edited by Alaeha
Posted

This is a really well thought out and well written poem.

 

I like the modifications you've done already. I think it's very powerful, and spells out the sickness of codependancy (sp?) so well.

 

~Salinye :butterfly:

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