Correnth Posted:
First off, let me say that I take poetry with a deadly seriousness. Despite my young age, I am full aware of the weight that the world utilizes in bearing down on the souls of those artistically inclined (such as myself), and I won’t tolerate any foolishness in this thread. Those of you who cannot spell the word “you” properly are well-advised to stay clear of this topic, as it is only for those who take poetry as a serious life-style.
That said, I welcome everyone else to what is going to be, I’m sure, a fascinating and enthralling thread, filled with delightfully soul-wrenching verse. Long have I wanted an outlet with which to share my deepest desires and thoughts, and truly I hope that there might be those here who also wish to loosen their inhibitions and enlighten us to their soul.
For the first part, a poem that I wrote one year ago last month, on the occasion of my birthday. It was a troubling time for me, and I believe the poetry reflects that in it’s darker tones. This poem is titled:
Cake Knife
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Glinting against one starlight kitchen blue, antiseptic
gleam, fluorescent and ever-radiant. Your delicate hand pierced through
the cream and soft, moist food. Sweet. Sustenance. Icing mixing downward, pushing past the
center
and I wondered how your fingers could hold the handle so gently, caressing, never faltering
in their appointed task.
Duty brought the blade to it’s job, one smooth motion slicing through the middle, exposing it to
the warm autumn air. The cake was red.
The cake became brown.
Your wedding ring slipped asunder, clattering to the tired/tiled floor with all the chiming of
bells
and I felt the pain of the unknown.
Older.
Not wiser.
No more.
The knife is mine.
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I hope you enjoyed my work, as I remain very proud of it to this day. Those feelings, which I’m sure you all know quite well, never truly fade.
And now, share! Show your inner-most feelings, bare them to the world. Come and enthrall with how you view the world. For it is your world to view…
