Rex Venom

Rex Venom
Straight dudes and lesbian ladies will like the pictures.
I, who am an Externally Straight Woman with an Inner Gay Dude, like the poetry!

If I Followed You

If I Followed You

What would you do if I followed you?
When I'm so tired and sad inside
Feeling as unloved as you seemed to be
Would you give the love that you needed to me?

What would you do if I followed you?
Would you chase me away if I came near?
No-one's ever invited me to stay in their world
Unless they wanted to use me for something
Why should you be the exception?

What would you do if I followed you?
Would you take me into your heart?
Would you bury me alive in your rage and pain?
Would you hate me as much as you hated everything?

What would you do if I followed you?
Would you wash my soul clean with your tears?
Would you love me as much as you need to be loved?
Or would you discard me as you were discarded by life?

What would you do if I followed you?
Would you give me the understanding you crave?
Or would you mock me as you have been mocked?
Can the wounded ever hope to be healed?
Or are we doomed to cause one another eternal misery?

Following nothing I offer my love to no-one
I sacrifice my pain to nothing
I weep at the grave of no-one
And I drown the world in my desolate tears

Cie
02/13/2006

Let Sylvia Say It

Can't think of one of my own...
So here's one by Sylvia Plath.
You've probably read it.
But I want to post it!

Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
--Sylvia Plath

shyloh's Poetry

shyloh's Poetry
Pretty poetry. Not melancholy and morose like my stuff. So if you need to brighten up before you hang yourself after reading what I've written, and the works of other dispirited favorites, go here!
Peace,
The Cheesemeister

Zya's Ramblings

Zya's Ramblings
There are beautiful and impressive things to be found here. Take a look!

Thoughts are Things

THOUGHTS ARE THINGS
Thoughts are things
And my thoughts are
Vampires, ghouls
Soul-destroying murderers
Obliterating all happiness and light
Possessing me
Obsessing me
With things I never wished to see
Thoughts are things
My thoughts are
The faces of the dead who know no rest
Maddened, demon posessed
Tortured souls who know no salvation
Calling out to me for a gentle touch I can no longer give
Tearing at my already lacerated, battered heart
Making me wish for oblivion
No love
No hope
No salvation
No holy bringers of kindness
My thoughts are winged dragons of sorrow
Darkening all light
All hope for salvation lost
In eternal night
Behind thoughts of despair
From a soul who weeps eternally
Cie
02/05/2006