Holding your weight

[cyberwulf]

Lying with the bags dangling from the grips of my eyes,
Soaking away the moisture as they rest on my cheeks,
And pressing the worn grooves of my blanket against my body,
I dream of the prefect reality once stitched into my skin.

In the seamless perfection found only in the skin I used to hold
Clinching the bags holding them above my eyes, and squeezing
The faint memories of when we exchanged the bags filled with
Broken dreams and shattered hearts.

And through the hours disturbed only by the crickets
I stare into the blacken walls tinted in the red shots
Of my eyes, expanding the bags breaking more then
My shattered dreams and broken hearts, leaving room
For the faint memories of you

Still I stare into the darkness, tinted in the fading reality
Of my blood, as my eyes struggle to hold tremendous
Weight, found through the shards of memories you’ve created
Feeling my eyes slipping to the back of my head
Releasing your bags as I only stare, looking out for myself

[LordMason DaRula]

I am so confused one this one , at first i was into it, then u went somewhere else,then it got confusing cause i didnt know where u were goin with it till the last couple of lines, but still its a representation of skills, and they so so in depth it blow me away do you dude~1

[~BLUEPRINT~]

from the first line i gave up on the poem wulf, im not feeling the new style at all fam...the concepts are weak, lacking, and just plain dry.....you are too caught up in being a great descriptionist you fail to formulate anything remotely near a poem IMO....it just a blah bla bla of words....I didnt like anything about this one....1/10