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Mean Reds
I can surmise the pain I put you through
often enough with the things that I do
And the things that I say,
Causticly cutting you and pushing you away
Leaving me alone in a world of dismay
I explode with a jealous rage if incited
the more I can hurt you the more I'm delighted
I get pleasure for only a minute
And when we're divided, I tend to drown in it
Full of regret for my childish display
I'm the angry young woman with the angry red lips
Who keeps throwing back drinks and strutting her shit
Constantly acting as if she cares less
Hinding behind who she's with and making a mess
Of her life and her love and of all that is great
Throw me a line to pull me out of this place
I will ruin my SOUL with this patterned disgrace
Wanting to stop it all from crashing down
But at this pace, I just can't feel the ground
And I know I will only keep drifting away
Please hold me down with kind words and sweet kisses
Do not make me promises, give me conditions
Don't trust my judgement at times like these
There's no ability to listen, to reason, or act logically
And you cry in the dark and pretend I'm ok
And eventually, when I find myself in all of this chaos
I can fight back the demons and regain what I've lost
With the angry red words from my angry red lips
The ones we couldn't stop, the ones that you miss
And when I falter, I will look toward that day.
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Comment by: jesscat - 2008-02-21 15:43
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| I like it very much. its a unique perspective, to me. It reminds me of my good friend, and I wonder if she really feels this way beneath her daily facade. I noticed that one line says "Hinding behind who she's with and making a mess" looks like an "n" slipped into that word "hiding", there. |
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| I invented a word once.. i jsut truely beleived that "malfortune" should be a word separate from "misfortune" :P |
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| this was very intriging. I was spellbound as who could not relate? |
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Comment by: - 2006-02-22 18:32
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| Hi. It seems like you are describing what one should feel, as opposed to real feelings. In a way, the emotions seem categoric. It's like: "oh, she's that type of woman, type 36, the one who feels this way." It's a shame, because I think there is something very real going on beneath the surface, and if you starting digging under some of these adverbs and impulses, you might find something more unique worth exploring. That's my two cents, anyway. I am, by no means, an expert. |
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| Thank God, spellcheck, and friends. Without the help of all three, I could not spell my own name the same way twice in a row. |
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