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This Sideline
7 Reviews'I hate my shell. I hate its silence.' [Inspired by MCR's 'Cubicles'...Please Read?]
Hi, this is just a little poem that was inspired by 'Cubicles' from MCR's first album...I hope it's okay- feedback is very much appreciated!
This Sideline
Skittish eyes,
Bitten nails,
Polite lies,
Broken sails.
People think shells to be
Brash, abrasive, violent;
But that isn’t my shell-
It’s small and safe and silent.
Clenched stomach,
Stripy wrists.
Logic-flummoxed,
Chaste kisses.
Anxious eyes,
Turned-in knees,
Bottled cries,
No one’s dreams.
Oh, people think shells to be
Brash, abrasive, violent-
But that isn’t my shell;
It’s small and safe and silent.
It sits this life on the sidelines,
Watching everyone else go by,
Lingering in the shadows;
‘Cause it’s safer
Somewhere they can’t hear me cry.
Defeated stance,
Bleeding soul,
Oh, I never stood a second chance,
Somewhere insecurity can’t show.
Dying lips,
Dying hands,
This eclipse
I understand.
It’s a bottled up,
Eternity of black,
Fed from nightmares and silence and confidence I lack.
A life on the sidelines,
A heartbeat unheard,
Would make anyone scream,
Shout
Shriek-
Anything
To be seen.
Oh, people think shells to be
Brash, abrasive, violent;
That isn’t my shell-
It’s small and safe and silent.
The truth is gone,
Eaten alive,
Consumed, convicted,
Forever trapped inside.
I hate my shell.
I hate its silence.
Sometimes I wish
It could be brash, abrasive, violent.
But it's trapped me alive.
Sometimes I want to scream and scream...
…But only can I do that,
When I’ve run out
Of
Silence.
……
Was that okay? I hope it was, it's been a little while since I've written a poem. Anyway, thanks so much for reading...Rate? Review? I'd love to know your thoughts- and if this made sense to anyone else other than me!
CosmicZombie xo
This Sideline
Skittish eyes,
Bitten nails,
Polite lies,
Broken sails.
People think shells to be
Brash, abrasive, violent;
But that isn’t my shell-
It’s small and safe and silent.
Clenched stomach,
Stripy wrists.
Logic-flummoxed,
Chaste kisses.
Anxious eyes,
Turned-in knees,
Bottled cries,
No one’s dreams.
Oh, people think shells to be
Brash, abrasive, violent-
But that isn’t my shell;
It’s small and safe and silent.
It sits this life on the sidelines,
Watching everyone else go by,
Lingering in the shadows;
‘Cause it’s safer
Somewhere they can’t hear me cry.
Defeated stance,
Bleeding soul,
Oh, I never stood a second chance,
Somewhere insecurity can’t show.
Dying lips,
Dying hands,
This eclipse
I understand.
It’s a bottled up,
Eternity of black,
Fed from nightmares and silence and confidence I lack.
A life on the sidelines,
A heartbeat unheard,
Would make anyone scream,
Shout
Shriek-
Anything
To be seen.
Oh, people think shells to be
Brash, abrasive, violent;
That isn’t my shell-
It’s small and safe and silent.
The truth is gone,
Eaten alive,
Consumed, convicted,
Forever trapped inside.
I hate my shell.
I hate its silence.
Sometimes I wish
It could be brash, abrasive, violent.
But it's trapped me alive.
Sometimes I want to scream and scream...
…But only can I do that,
When I’ve run out
Of
Silence.
……
Was that okay? I hope it was, it's been a little while since I've written a poem. Anyway, thanks so much for reading...Rate? Review? I'd love to know your thoughts- and if this made sense to anyone else other than me!
CosmicZombie xo
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