FicWad

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