Poems
By Diena Taylor
I've been busy! Here are two poems I wrote, one based on a fic, one not. Also, I had Stephen Sondheim songs stuck in my head (specifically those from Into the Woods) so if you know any Sondheim, just pretend the poems are really the words to some of his songs. There are only a couple here, but I do have more that I'll send out from time to time. ~D
PERFECT FOR YOU
Bleeding again from
Invisible wounds that
Only appear in the night
Screaming and crying with
No sound coming out - I
Shouldn't wake anyone here.
I don't understand what
I did to deserve all this
Undying pain and despair.
If I had tried harder would
I have been sent here and
Been able to stay in the light.
What does it matter now nothing
Will change and I can't very
Well go home when I please.
Not that I'd want to, well
We all know how that
Would end up once again.
So I'll stay in my room and
See what I can do here
To be perfect for you.
EXQUISTE AGONY (based on Kathy Brown's fic "Dirty Little Secret")
The gnawing ache getting worse by the hour
Almost time for my… well…
It's a secret that no one else knows
And no one else will. Ever.
It's something that's all my own
And can never be taken from me
Like so many things have.
An exquisite agony
The wonderful pain
Knowing no one can stop me
And whatever I want I can have
Because this power within me is
Well, it's… hard to explain
And I won't even try.
How can you understand
The rush and the thrill of
Obtaining perfection and
Seeing the pounds slip away
One by one, knowing each is
Another old part of your life
Disappearing - and you're glad.
But then when you go out
At night and you try so damn hard
To keep yourself from dying
And your efforts are foiled by
Your body, which has ideas
Of its own - and they don't
Involve you staying healthy.
Into the dark you continue to fall
And the thrill has lost its charm
You don't like it anymore
But it's a choice you no longer have
To make for yourself, but it's still
Your own little secret.
Can you keep a secret?
I can.
*~*~*~
The Labyrinth