Torture Through A Prism

Hello everybody. It's me again. Back with another poem. This one was written in a few different sittings. I kept hitting the wall, so to speak. And I'd have lines come to me rather quickly, then the inspiration would dry up, and I'd have to save the file and put it away. But I was finally able to complete it. The poem's central theme is an emotion that we have all felt in our lives. Lust. But the poem is written from the perspective that the narrator is attracted to one particular person, and he is telling her how much he wants. But he speaks about his frustration, in having to view her from afar. He even goes so far as to compare her to a prism, through which light shines, and amazes everyone in it's view. And seeing her, without being able to be with her, is a form of torture to him. So that's where the title, "Torture Through A Prism," comes from. So hopefully that explains the meaning behind the poem. Because a lot of the things the narrator says in the poem, are pretty straight-forward and self-explanatory. He is also trying to express his erotic thoughts of being with her, without being vulgar or disrespectful. But again, I'm sure all of you will have no problems understanding or enjoying this poem. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section. And thank you all for reading this, it means more than you will ever know.

"Torture Through A Prism"
2013

This life is but a prism,
Through which you've truly shined
But to witness this is torture,
Or some I've come to find
For the colors you'd emit,
Are so very bright to see
That the morning sun is jealous,
And leaves only night for me
And with no stars to decorate the darkness,
I'm left to find a different source of light
So this fool will venture out alone,
With such a potent urge to fight
But as all of this occurs,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice that you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
For this life is but a prism,
Through which you did reflect
With mosaics often made,
With each glimpse we did collect
But every fleeting second,
Was far too short a time
So now I'm left to reckon,
Just how to make you mine
'Cause I've longed to press you to the wall,
Like you were a poster for a child
While tearing through your clothing,
Like some kind of creature wild
Then I'd entice you with the whispers,
Of things you've seldom ever heard
Before I'd press your lips to mine,
As if trying to drink your every word
But as all these thoughts occur,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
Oh, this life is but a prism
That I have tried to solve
Like the cube you give to children
With the sides that do revolve
But it's a toy that's too complex
For those with a shorter fuse
See, dear, it's much like you
When you flirt and then refuse
And then you give a list of wants
That you often file as needs
While the ground that's inbetween us
Gets overrun by weeds
But I know there have been fools
That would lie and sing your praise
And with so many blowing smoke
You got so caught up in haze
But I'm here to clear the air
Using words you know are true
And darling, please believe
Talking's not all this tongue can do
So if you would lay down
And put your fears to rest
I'd slowly dip below your waist
And disappear beneath your dress
Then you could use your hands
To journey through my hair
And direct my best intentions
To a place beyond compare
Until you reached the heights
That helped you talk to god
Or at least call him by his name
And know I was to blame
And yet, I'd gladly take the time
To re-trace the steps I took
If that was your current wish
That you suggested with a look
Or if you preferred another act
You'd only need to speak aloud
And I will change your body's shape
And leave you floating on a cloud
But as all these thoughts occur,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
But the only queston is,
Would you give me a chance to prove
That what I will bring to you is bliss,
As you feel your body move
Or will you continue to torture me
Making sure I look and never touch
Like you're excited by the fact
I've continued wanting you as much
As I have ever wanted anything
Inside this life of mine
'Cause it's hard to stop and smell the roses,
When you're viewed solely as a vine...

Rapture

Hello (again) everyone, lol. So, as I was saying in the last post, this is my first new poem of 2013. And the title of the poem is obviously a familiar word to most people. One that has many different meanings to many different people. With the most prevalent definition carrying largely religious implications. And knowing all of this, I must say that the title was deliberately chosen. It speaks to the meaning of the poem. See, the tone of the poem gradually shifts, just as my mood did when I was writing it. I started the piece when I was really down and almost brooding, but then it slowly ligthens up and becomes sort of playful towards the end. And hopefully that comes across as you're reading it. But as far as the meaning behind the poem goes, it is both literal and hypothetical at the same time. "Rapture," is written as if I am confessing the burdens of my personal struggles to a woman whom I want to be my lover. And I am trying to convince her that it is her intimacy and her love that could act as a rapture, and almost "save" me from myself. Which, I know, isn't fair to ask of someone. I need to do most of the heavy lifting myself, lol. But for the sake of the poem, and getting some catharsis from writing the poem, the idea seemed romantic to me. So I wrote. And now I do feel better to a degree. But enough of my rambling. I need to actually let you read it now, lol.

Oh, yeah. There is a reference in this poem to a friend of mine. She was one of a handful of people I talked to while writing this. And I had asked her a simple question, which was, "if you could change one thing about me, what would it be?" And her response was only three words, which she knew would make a great impact on me. And she was right, lol. Well played, darling.




"Rapture"
2013

Oh, it's here I sit alone again
Searching through a vacant mind
Watching clocks has gotten old
All it does is waste my time
But then I see the second hand
As it has to greet the first
And I swear it makes me think
That my outlook has gotten worse
I need to get from out this chair
Step outside and grab some air
But everytime I close my eyes
I see a flash of you and realize
That it seems I need a rapture
But not the kind from god
'Cause I'm dying to escape
From a point of view that's flawed
And it seems I need a rapture
To finally save me from a mind
In which I have been captured
While waiting here for you to find
But here I sit alone again
Lost in my thoughts of those
Who often failed to pass a glance
But that is the way it goes
And it's then I hear your voice
And I think, "my salvation's come"
But it seems I can't rejoice
'Cause a mess is what I've become
Still, I need to get from out this chair
To step outside and grab some air
But everytime I close my eyes
A part of me is compromised
'Cause it seems I need a rapture
But not the kind from god
For I'm dying to escape
From a point of view that's flawed
And it seems I need a rapture
To finally save me from a mind
In which I have been captured
While waiting here for you to find
But here I am alone again
With my hands entrenched in hair
I've stared into the abyss so long
I've discovered all the wonders there
But all that's good does not compare
To the thought of seeing you
And if you said you'd save me now
I'd try my hand believing you
Would find a way around my name
And clean the mess that I became
Waiting here's become the norm
And I'm far too calm inside the storm
But with no here to pull me out
I've gotten intimate with doubt
But all she does is put me down
While pointing out you're not around
And I think the saddest part
Is that I know she's right
But then she starts to look like me
When held up to the candlelight
But as that flame tries reaching high
And the wick begins to die
I wonder if you wonder why
I long to feel your temple try
To hide each quake that it might make
After bending 'til it's close to break
Your valleys I will not forsake
For I long to be your sweet mistake
Still, I need to get from out this chair
To step outside and grab some air
But everytime I close my eyes
I fear you won't become my prize
'Cause it seems I need a rapture
But not the kind from god
For I'm dying to escape
From a point of view that's flawed
And it seems I need a rapture
To save me from a mind
In which I have been captured
While waiting here for you to find
That a glance at you, my precious gift
Is sure to help these spirits lift
And I try not to stare, but can't resist
Though you're unaware, that I exist
And darling, that's no fault of yours
But I can't walk through unopened doors
So please light the way, into your heart
And I'll slide right in, then play my part
But there have been far too many roosters,
In the fabled, house of hens
And you've had far too many demons,
Hide in the guise of friends
Dear, I understand, this dilemma true
For they've done no good for you
But I'm still overlooked, and in your view
With no one to love, and nothing to do
Except to get from out this chair
To step outside and grab some air
But everytime I close my eyes
I hope you will finally realize
That it seems I need a rapture
But not the kind from god
For I'm dying to escape
From a point of view that's flawed
And it seems I need a rapture
To finally save me from a mind
In which I have been captured
While waiting here for you to find
Just how much I need you...

Don't Call It A Come Back...

Hello everyone. It's been awhile. I hope you all are doing incredibly well in this new year. This 2013 of ours. Sorry, for such a long silence. But with my job, I was working some pretty crazy hours. And things have finally slowed down to a point, where I can get back to living some sort of a life, lol. And this will be my first new piece of this new year. So I'm pretty excited to see where I will go from here. But since we're a little caught up, let me stop rambling before I start, and just post the new piece.