tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352606502011-04-21T16:06:37.903-07:00Yuvrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376093926842391151noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35260650.post-1160591479832790492006-10-11T11:30:00.000-07:002006-10-11T11:32:20.290-07:00She staggers in from the garden<br />Looking tired and hard done by<br />"I've finished replanting the tomato patch”<br />Says she with smallest sigh<br /><br />I think of her every day<br />She is my one and only<br />I care for no-one else anymore<br />She looks so beautiful yet lonely<br /><br />Her rich brown hair flows down to meet her waist<br />And her eyes glow like fire<br />But her skin is pale and limbs are boney<br />And her attitude shows no desire<br /><br />Into the hands my face does rest<br />An attempt of calm to this mental storm<br />I sit and cry through thoughts that hurt<br />Why can I not reform<br /><br />I tear these thoughts aside however<br />Dinner must be ready soon<br />I eye the clock with great intense<br />It's nearly a quarter-to<br /><br />The minutes drip away<br />Until finally she appears<br />She stumbles in with a steaming plate<br />And her excuse I wait to hear<br /><br />"The potatoes burned, I am so sorry"<br />What! Is that it?<br />She is three minutes late<br />And that's all she can admit?<br /><br />I throw my plate of the table<br />The food spreads across the floor<br />I shout "Get outside now, Robin"<br />And lead her out the door<br /><br />It's the same day after day<br />She never understands<br />So I must keep doing this<br />And so she listens to my commands<br /><br />I pluck a single brick<br />Already loosened on the wall<br />Why does she never listen to me<br />She lines me as a fool<br /><br />I swing the brick, it hits her chest<br />She falls pathetically to the floor<br />Get up you stupid spineless bitch<br />Get up you fucking whore<br /><br />I smash this brick down on her back<br />Over and over again<br />She is cut and bleeds in agony<br />She writhes with tears and pain<br /><br />She wimpers and begs for me to stop<br />"Please stop Jonathan, please!"<br />Then she screams those three, recycled words<br />"I love you" - I stop - I freeze<br /><br />I stare down at her half-naked body<br />That shrivelled and bloody heap<br />Viewed in her eyes past all the pain<br />Her love for me she keeps<br /><br />Like a deer in the headlights she stares still<br />At the dripping brick above my head<br />I lower it and she breathes a sigh<br />But I grab her hand instead<br /><br />I drag her over to the old brick wall<br />Her body limp and numb<br />I vice with my hand, hers on the wall<br />The brick with the other like a gun<br /><br />Her eyes gaze open in fear<br />As she realises what’s in store<br />Yet there is nothing she can do about it<br />This filthy fucking whore<br /><br />I slam the brick with all my might<br />Upon her smooth womanly hand<br />I hear a crack and a shriek as well<br />Her pain as I demand<br /><br />She falls silent lying on the ground<br />With no fucking word to say<br />I kick her in the leg to see<br />If she if she will crawl away<br /><br />Still she lies there on the ground<br />Probably unconscious from the pain<br />I turn to go and walk inside<br />She can sleep in the rain<br /><br />I stumble inside and greet the warm<br />I kick the shoes off my feet<br />The wife will surely tidy them up<br />For now it's time to eat<br /><br />I wander around for a minute or two<br />I rarely cook dinner anymore<br />She should be out here doing this<br />She's a stupid fucking whore<br /><br />I bend down to the pantry shelf<br />To collect some microwave rice<br />And that’s when I felt it slight my back<br />The feeling of tingling, like ice<br /><br />A blade she has struck into me<br />My body falls and turns to face her<br />My weight pressed against the floor<br />And pushed the knife in deeper<br /><br />As she stands above me now<br />I know she had been faking<br />For her gracious stance was weak no more<br />Rather strong and no longer shaking<br /><br />She puts her angelic hand forward<br />And brushes slightly on my cheek<br />Moves her head down to my level<br />And at her eyes, mine do not meet<br /><br />Moving her head towards mine<br />I see her lips, withered yet divine<br />She presses hers upon my own<br />And my memories refine<br /><br />I remember<br /><br />* * * * *<br /><br />Her back is turned and her figure shines out<br />I know it is her even from across the acreage<br />She turns, waves, and calls to me<br />I smiled and turned from the ridge<br /><br />As I ran along the edge<br />To meet her warm embrace<br />The ground beneath gave way to my foot<br />And I fell, forty feet, into the stream<br />The water bed parries my face<br /><br />I stir, moan and open my eyes<br />My body, it screamed all over<br />And there she was standing soaking wet<br />It hit me then, I loved her<br /><br />From heaven you came to save me<br />I'll see you soon my one, my love,<br /><br />My angel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35260650-116059147983279049?l=yuvri.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yuvrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376093926842391151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35260650.post-1159557801314230482006-09-29T12:21:00.000-07:002006-10-11T11:32:40.620-07:00You are not the girl I used to know<br />That girl was not unfair like this<br />Is it something I have done?<br />Or simply something I have missed?<br /><br />A head of golden light<br />Like two cards we would stand<br />A head of crimson red<br />Our love it would disband<br /><br />As each day passes<br />Our friendship weakens<br />The bond is ever breaking<br />And it fades in silence<br /><br />We are now so far apart<br />But friends you consider us still<br />You are fine with it and so it shall stay<br />Even with how it makes me feel<br /><br />You are not the girl I used to know<br />That girl was not unfair like this<br />Is it something I have done?<br />Or simply something I have missed?<br /><br />Seven thoughts pondered<br />Seven promises sealed<br />One promise recalled<br />None of them received<br /><br />One noble thing you promised me<br />Was to be the best of friends<br />And now it seems you couldn’t care<br />If we never spoke again<br /><br />The minor thing I asked of you<br />After the hurt you put me through<br />Was that we remain the best of friends<br />But all you do is just pretend<br /><br />You are not the girl I used to know<br />That girl was not unfair like this<br />Is it something I have done?<br />Or simply something I have missed?<br /><br />Our friendship needs no manual<br />It’s not hard to install<br />And it makes me bitterly sick inside<br />When I have to ask for it at all<br /><br />Through all of what we did together<br />Through all the moments kept<br />Friendship was the least I expected<br />But what little you give<br />I must accept<br /><br />The girl I once knew would understand<br />Not shun me with disdain<br />She would never let something happen like this<br />She would feel my pain<br /><br />Golden light would plainly see<br />And stay true to this small favour<br />Though crimson red ignores me<br />And the promise she does not aver<br /><br />A change in heart so unjustified<br />With no good reason nor motive<br />But you can decide these hurtful things<br />For they do not affect you<br /><br />You feel you must take me down<br />Within your heart, it’s rife<br />You will just be happier<br />The sooner I am out of your life<br /><br />You are not the girl I used to know<br />Where is she when I need her?<br />No longer is that sparkle in your eyes<br />Is she really gone?<br /><br />Forever?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35260650-115955780131423048?l=yuvri.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yuvrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376093926842391151noreply@blogger.com1