Skip to content
Linespedia

Parker Posey

By DikeMent

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Cry. Scream. Brandish your bandages and sewn-up-skin seams. You asked for a beating, He gave it to you, How does that feel? Past today and tomorrow becomes present, I hope to hear your voice. What's gone is gone for good, And now here's what I brandish...my choice. Up against a wall, My adrenaline is racing. My heart's been sliced in half, Comatose, it appears I'm dazing. Grab me an envelope, I'll write you a letter, Telling you I'm too exposed. This air is cold. My heart is cold. Grab me a microphone, I'll scream you a letter, Telling you I'm out on my own (and so are you, ironically). This life is cold. My life is cold. Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 05:48 PM PST   20 • 0 • 1

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Cry...."

Attribution & Rights

Author:DikeMent

Source:AllPoetry

"Cry...." by DikeMent

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Classified Tags

Related lines

"Gone out tonight Stars said they'd shine I whisper to the wind and ask it gently, "What can I do?" 'Cause I feel stuck here, Daytime's nagging and the clock just keeps on ticking. Parallel to all my..."

"If we sit here long enough, Will our seats melt? Will our chairs burn and turn black? The time that I have spent here, Has added up and is staring me in the face, Its expression's blank. We are erodi..."

"It seems just like one of those days, It has to be one of those days. What I mean by one of those days Is a day where it just rains and rains and rains. It takes away my inner strength. Here I am wit..."

"Your skin My heart Let's bleed. Let's resurrect these days that passed us by. For love For hate, Just empty into me your thoughts on everything. I'll be your book, Write some chapters and bury your st..."

"Scorched across an iron surface With solid fingertips made of gold. Lined with deceased...hearts. Look at them all, Pick one out. Is it mine? Pass it by just like last time. Laugh. Plug the hole, 'c..."

"If you stalk me, hold me gently. If you rob me, take the TV and turn the lights off. Indignation, self-mutilation. Its all the same. Rhyme these kids to sleep. Drive a car into a ditch. Seed's are sew..."

DikeMent

About DikeMent

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"Gone out tonight Stars said they'd shine I whisper..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.