Monday, July 27, 2009

What do you think?

If your brave enough to read this beast, tell me what you think, or read a few lines, just want a little constructive critism on what you think of my writing style



Do you like romance movies with cold endings



holding your breath for the punchline



well that's my life



baby it's your soul



do you think I'm crazy



for thinking you'd save me



that a boy of just seventeen



could take a wilted part of me and make it whole?



could it be so possible



so juvenile



that just once glance and everything would be fine



you said i was to intense



you said i was just misery



making it seem like we had to chance



for a fairytale ending



buts a soul



living in a shelter all alone



you tell me your not like him that you'd never put a fist



but if you had the chance to make it better



you simply just run



run



run



insomnia, insomnia



afraid to dream my nightmares



afraid to go back to my grave



to put on this planet for someone's satisfaction slave



thank god



I'm so brave



for insomnia keeps you all night



for the fear to carry on and make it all right



fear to scream out loud



maybe if i wasn't wearing that dress that night



my hair that way



laughing it off, teasing



i was being what'd they say



my fault I could of, simply just could



run



run



run



insomnia, insomnia



afraid to dream my nightmares



afraid to go back to my grave



insomnia, insomnia



fix me



fix me



kiss me



kiss me



touch me like he did



show me it was love



show me it was a mistake



he had a crush, he had a will and took it the wrong way



pushed me on the ground



it was all of warmth



wrap me up to drown



slay me, save me



I'm secretly calling his name



my words came out no



they sounded yes



he thought I was dieing



He thought I liked pain



he was drunk saw an image of beauty



kissed me thought we we're taking it far



pinned me down because that's what i said



never ran because he didn't know it was wrong



after the realization, you can't handle something of so strong



no hell like a woman fury and no pain like her weep



that's why we never ran



we could of run



run



run



run



insomnia, insomnia



insomnia, insomnia



i can't sleep



my heads all bread



my souls so weak



I'm tired and fixtures



but I can't sleep



he'll come back



same mistake



same silly past



that makes everything going for me



break



all their is, all that's there



one big whole



one big blob



endless days, sleepless nights



staring at the window



looking for the light



light that closed my eyes



why didn't i see your face



my lovers eyes



were they blue just like mine?



do you look like gold?



I couldn't picture more



but that's useless



your gone like the years I've played



your gone like the song that sang



the fear that rang



down to my spinal cord



dirt in my mouth, blood all I taste



the will to survive



your gone



your gone



your smiling



your laughing



you ran



run



run



run



I'm on the ground insomnia



insomnia, insomnia



my fingers are numb



I got the bruise marks all over my chest



my throat still crackles



when I try to scream



when I try to speak



I got stitched from your beer bottle



thrashing over my leg



insomnia, insomnia



that's why I can't run



I haven't slept since this nightmare



it goes on and on in my head



do you know who you raped that night?



do you know her name?



It's hard to renounce



It's hard to say



that's why I got the nickname gray



it's my favorite color



the color of my wedding dress I'd always say



platinum gray



same color of my belt that day



threw it down



whipped it by the outskirt tress



the shimmer in it dazzles



I steared at for 5 hours



until I was cold enough to see my skin changing a color



maybe that's why I never ran



dazzled, mystified by the grayness in the sand



shinny but kind of colorless



meaning nothing more but a color



part of me though



my nickname



gray



it's 3:09 in the morning



By the way, my name was O'Neila



What do you think?

I like it. It is heartfelt. However, there is no poetic ryhme.



I would suggest you write it in a short story form, and make it a little longer. I believe it would catch the attention of many.



The many that could relate to your emotions.



What do you think?

Wow it sounds full of emotion even though its long, I bet it could be a song, but girl i feel your passion

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