Josiah Jacobus-Parker Posted January 25, 2006 Report Share Posted January 25, 2006 Pain. Little electric signals Pulsing from the nerve endings in your skin All the way to your brain, And back again, in a single second. That gnawing, ripping feeling In the pit of your stomach as the internal shockwaves Fight for a way out. Why. The ever-present why. Why it doesn't hurt at first when You accidentally brush your fingers Against a hot pan fresh from the oven, Until you realize what is happening. Why it doesn't hurt at first when You drag a jagged piece of glass across your forearm, Only to feel the sore, swelling throb Of the cuts as they begin to heal an hour later. Why it doesn't hurt at first when He whispers in your ear, Wrapping his arms around you, Until the sweet tingles of ecstasy Running from your toes to the crown of your head Turn into white-hot daggers stabbing At the very depths between your legs. But it's happening all over again. A whispered word, A gap in the story left to the imagination, And all I can feel are the harsh shockwaves of agony Vibrating inside of me, And the feeling of my breath dying in my lungs. All of this, without even a touch. And I can't control it. I have no say in it. So tell me. Where's the poetic justice in this? Knowing that we won't be able to make it past A timid kiss without my need to curl into a ball And clutch at my stomach until the stabs of electricity Die down? Is that the fucking irony in this relationship? And he worries for me. Worries over the pain, Knowing it's partly his doing. Worries because we can't even speak candidly About possible future exploits Because just hearing his voice whisper Such luscious things brings about convulsions of pain. I don't care if it's because our love is so passionate. I don't care if it's because I have so much pent up sexual tension and frustration. The point is simply that it will send stabs of pain Through me for him to touch me in any sexual way, And I'll be damned if this isn't some kind of cosmic joke. It's a pain I can't control. It's a pain that blocks me from living Any kind of normal life. It could easily be only a barrier That can be broken down in time, But that doesn't change the fact That it's harsh electricity coursing through me. And he's far too hesitant to help me conquer this. Nothing makes sense anymore. I was happy until this. And now I can't help but cry. It's something I can't control, Something I can't understand, Something I've never even heard of happening before. One moment it's a sweet tingle of arousal, The next it's a cacophony of pain Blasting through every nerve ending From my heart down to my toes. And I don't understand. And don't any of you dare lay any pity on me. It's cruel enough to have this taking place to begin with. -------------------------------------------------------- No, this wasnt about me. No, I'm not a cutter. No I don't have spasmatical pains. And no I'm not massively distraught or depressed. But yes, this is a work in progress. What do you think? Link to comment
JamesSavik Posted January 25, 2006 Report Share Posted January 25, 2006 I think you are a tiger. Link to comment
Guest rusticmonk86 Posted January 25, 2006 Report Share Posted January 25, 2006 if "this was fucking awesome" means anything from me anymore . . . that was. but if it doesnt: that gave me goose bumps. Wwwweeee! Link to comment
Tragic Rabbit Posted January 25, 2006 Report Share Posted January 25, 2006 I think it was beautiful, chilling and unforgettable. Very cool, in other words. Kisses... TR Link to comment
Josiah Jacobus-Parker Posted January 25, 2006 Author Report Share Posted January 25, 2006 I think you are a tiger. Honey, I am a Tiger. Hear me ROAR. grr. Link to comment
blue Posted January 25, 2006 Report Share Posted January 25, 2006 Silky, sleek fur, a purr, but sharp teeth and claws hath the tiger. ...Or is he a Tigger sort of tiger, with springs in his tail... or tales? (Your current avatar rocks mightily. I get a grin every time.) Well, yipe, the poem made me almost flinch a bit, expecting stuff. I prefer pleasure with my pleasure, and never pain, but the latter's unavoidable every now and then, it seems, in life. Yep, it happens in relationships and breakups too. I do think you're not quite done with it. Where is the narrator going with this and why? Does he find resolution and relief? If not, then that's a place to explore too. Link to comment
Josiah Jacobus-Parker Posted January 31, 2006 Author Report Share Posted January 31, 2006 with springs in his tail... or tales? That, Mister, was a bad bad pun. I applaud you good sir. I do think you're not quite done with it. Where is the narrator going with this and why? Does he find resolution and relief? If not, then that's a place to explore too. I hadn't really considered the rest of it. I just got to a point where I realised it was already very long and I didn't know what else to write at the time. I intend to come back and work on it some more eventually... when my muse permits. :roll: Link to comment
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