The Pain I Feel Makes Me Love You Even More (You Be The Rose, I'll Be The Shade) - A Poem

Sprawled out in the sun

Like a pretty little coffin

(With dainty purple roses

Painted on the sides),

You wait for me to dig a hole

Six foot deep and six foot wide,

Where we can lie forever -

As the rest of the world goes by.

But my fingers can't grace

Your furnished, well-kept surface -

Death just out of reach,

My willing burial denied.

I ache from trying to touch you -

A futile attempt at an impossible connection.

And yet somewhere in this shade of grey,

Must lurk an answer to my pain.

Indeed, I shan't rest until I've stolen

All the colour from your eyes,

Like you stole the love from my heart.

I can't let you go alone -

To lie, solitary, my Purple Rose,

Without this Black Shade to veil you.

And I can't let you make me cry,

Because beneath my make-up

Is nothing, nothing at all.

There's only one way

To drive this Shadow from my soul -

Me and you together,

Buried, and whole.

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

Butterfly Girl - A Poem

Identical, they were.

Straw hair and butterfly eyes,

And little crimson love-hearts pressed tightly

Together, hinting at equal smiles.

I prefer symmetry.

A purple bruise on the left eye of one,

A similar lump to the right eye of the other.

The love-hearts become bloodstains,

As smiles give way to grimaces.

Blotted patches of ugly red.

Too identical.

A cut from left cheek to lip

Creates ones’ twisted half-smile,

A permanent, joyless smirk.

Then my metal edge returns,

To the right cheek of the other.

Cuts deep, drags down.

Symmetry.

But is it enough?

I lie them down, side by side,

Pressed together.

Left arm of one down,

Right arm of the other,

Attached by needle and thread.

The arms on the outside

(Right for Left Girl, and vice versa)

Stretched out adjacent at equal angles,

Nailed to the wood they (she) lie(s) upon.

Like bloody butterfly wings.

I smile at my creation,

Art inspired by nature.

My adorable, beautiful,

Symmetrical

Butterfly Girl.

Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012

Dark Things 1 - A Poem

Just a little work-in-progress...Let me know what you think. Always after critique!

Dark Things 1

Lying on a bed of black roses,

Arms crossed,

And pennies over my eyes,

I wait.

Wait for the pumpkin sun

To fade behind the skull moon.

Shadows grow longer

(Like the ones inside my mind)

And stretch to nothing -

Swallowed, eventually,

By the impenetrable darkness.

The Darkness, my one true friend -

Hiding, in that fathomless black,

All manner of secrets,

All manner of Things.

Things that creep around my bed,

Lurk in my closet,

Writhe in the furthest recesses of my mind...

Maybe They know

That we are the same.

Maybe They sense

That I am unafraid.

An abrupt stinging pain in my heart

Suddenly grows more fierce -

Like a talon squeezing

All the life out of me,

And In my agony, I am forced to wonder:

Do They want me to join them?

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Copyright: Cory Eadson, 2012