07-07-2011, 06:43 PM
[I wrote this as an experiment using an obtuse meter. I usually never write with boundaries, preferring free verse, but I wanted to see if I could use strict, rigid rhyme and rules and still get a message through. Thanks.]
I climb up the stairs.
Stairs that I've climbed a hundred thousand times before,
and I know what lies beyond that grey, dark, ill-fitting door.
She is slumped, melted almost,
bloated and wet with hot tears.
I enter the room.
I see her perched at the end of a broken bed,
tissues and snot and her ugly hands on her evil head.
She looks up, lows like cattle,
Locked forever in this tomb.
I walk straight to her.
She sharply turns, shunning me now and wheezing hard,
displaying to me her shoulders, pale, cold, dirty and scarred.
Sobbing loud - all this for me?
Inside of me nothing stirs.
I exhale and sigh.
Glaring at me with hate, she asks me of this girl,
the girl with whom I knowingly broke this crying girl's world.
I say she's prettier than her,
even though that is a lie.
I start to explain,
with no remorse or regret, as she scrams her face.
And I let her continue as I look around this place
where I've smoked, drank, fucked and sucked.
Soon to be free of this pain.
I stare at her eyes.
She calms herself, and asks me to climb into bed;
the same bed I've known and hated. Overcome with dread,
I climb in, still fully clothed.
She puts my hand on her thighs.
I lay hard and still.
She slithers close, affection never shown before.
Breathing on my neck, giving to me her lips cracked and sore,
Her sadness turned arousal,
and her coldness turns to chills.
I clutch the cover,
that she tears away, pulling at my belt, obsessed.
Tugging my cock, tossing it hard, something she once possessed,
which is now hot, wet and stiff,
like before; we were lovers.
I grind all my teeth.
She swallows me whole, gulping, choking, still crying,
fast and ugly, humanity leaves, this feels like dying.
Levels of love apparent,
and I quickly slide beneath.
I become aware
of my waning morality, and as she sucks
my now-soaked prick, I tear off her shirt, and from it I pluck
a large, fat, cold, freckled tit.
Pure ecstasy and despair.
I emit a grunt,
while she slobbers long on my throbbing erection,
and I stare at her head, her tits, her aching complexion.
Now I lose myself once more,
when I see her stroke her cunt.
I seize my dulled brain,
and before I shoot sticky sinew in her throat,
I remove myself fluidly, like some suspended note
in some dark ancient music,
never to be played again.
I loved her never,
and would not let my hot heart be turned to debris.
I take back what's mine and push her decaying face from me.
And with that I left the room
thus ending it forever.
I climb up the stairs.
Stairs that I've climbed a hundred thousand times before,
and I know what lies beyond that grey, dark, ill-fitting door.
She is slumped, melted almost,
bloated and wet with hot tears.
I enter the room.
I see her perched at the end of a broken bed,
tissues and snot and her ugly hands on her evil head.
She looks up, lows like cattle,
Locked forever in this tomb.
I walk straight to her.
She sharply turns, shunning me now and wheezing hard,
displaying to me her shoulders, pale, cold, dirty and scarred.
Sobbing loud - all this for me?
Inside of me nothing stirs.
I exhale and sigh.
Glaring at me with hate, she asks me of this girl,
the girl with whom I knowingly broke this crying girl's world.
I say she's prettier than her,
even though that is a lie.
I start to explain,
with no remorse or regret, as she scrams her face.
And I let her continue as I look around this place
where I've smoked, drank, fucked and sucked.
Soon to be free of this pain.
I stare at her eyes.
She calms herself, and asks me to climb into bed;
the same bed I've known and hated. Overcome with dread,
I climb in, still fully clothed.
She puts my hand on her thighs.
I lay hard and still.
She slithers close, affection never shown before.
Breathing on my neck, giving to me her lips cracked and sore,
Her sadness turned arousal,
and her coldness turns to chills.
I clutch the cover,
that she tears away, pulling at my belt, obsessed.
Tugging my cock, tossing it hard, something she once possessed,
which is now hot, wet and stiff,
like before; we were lovers.
I grind all my teeth.
She swallows me whole, gulping, choking, still crying,
fast and ugly, humanity leaves, this feels like dying.
Levels of love apparent,
and I quickly slide beneath.
I become aware
of my waning morality, and as she sucks
my now-soaked prick, I tear off her shirt, and from it I pluck
a large, fat, cold, freckled tit.
Pure ecstasy and despair.
I emit a grunt,
while she slobbers long on my throbbing erection,
and I stare at her head, her tits, her aching complexion.
Now I lose myself once more,
when I see her stroke her cunt.
I seize my dulled brain,
and before I shoot sticky sinew in her throat,
I remove myself fluidly, like some suspended note
in some dark ancient music,
never to be played again.
I loved her never,
and would not let my hot heart be turned to debris.
I take back what's mine and push her decaying face from me.
And with that I left the room
thus ending it forever.