- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Eyes Sewn Shut
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A golden locket with a
Lock of Hair
And a Picture of a fairytale
You call home.
We forced you to eat a meal
That tastes of rotting flesh.
A great concoction for the blind
For those who never give themselves
A chance.
We forced you to share our lives
So you could tear us
Limb from limb
With paltry parsel-tounge
Fake, even from your own mouth.
We forced a poison down your throat
A bitter elixir that reeked of
Roses and chocolate candy,
Poetry and moonlight,
And walks down sandy beaches.
Pretty Princess sleeping on a
Bed of nails,
waiting for a prince in
Rusty armor to
Rescue you from your
Tower and ride you off on his
Trusty mule.
You make it seem wonderful to
Live in ignorant bliss
Unknowing of who and what you
Think
Feel and
Are.
I would never trade my open eyes
For those that have been sewn shut
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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twelveooneover 19 years agoThis has some real moments:
Pretty Princess sleeping on a
Bed of nails,
waiting for a prince in
Rusty armor to
Rescue you from your
Tower and ride you off on his
Trusty mule.
At first these lines, and one or two others turned me off, in the context of things, they work, perhaps too well.
Poetry and moonlight,
And walks down sandy beaches.
As with everything, this can be improved, I would like to see it done
