Landmine Heart [An Ode to Lamentation]

[Cobalt Mailman]

I open my textbook
And I stare at the words
But all I can read is pain

There’s a darkness in the line
That my graphite makes along the page
That threatens to swallow my attention.

And there seems to be
No salvation from this cell
With bars that sprout from my own chest.

In the morning,
when I taste the dawn's breath of suffocation,
I feel the cold place next to me,

and I close my eyes again.

I cant outrun the thunderbolt
That is following behind me
Eventually I’ll fry
Is that something you’d watch on Pay per view?

But I believe that
Someday you’ll become invisible
And I will be able to walk and whistle
Beside another beautiful ticking time bomb.

So don’t look at me
With your gorgeous vampire eyes
I haven’t got enough life for myself right now

You can keep your apologies
And you can keep your justifications
Because the only reason I need is the future

There are things in life
That just invert the colors of words
So it’s better to be colorblind sometimes.

I’ll paint a pretty picture
With monochromatic colors
And dive into the pool of my inspiration

If you don’t like it, close your eyes.

I can’t outrun the thunderbolt
That is following behind me
Eventually I’ll spark and sizzle
And you can cry or not --I don’t care.

But I believe that
Someday you’ll become depressed
And I will be able to walk and whistle
With another dent in my landmine heart.

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I wrote this because one day I was looking straight a head and saw Chanel out of the corner of my eye. And I thought to myself; my heart's like a landmine, and one of these days It'll get dented with enough force to blow me to peices. Don't mistake this for a sad or angry song; because first and foremost it is fact, not hyperbole.

I dunno, it looks like it needs to be sung to me. >.0 But I fail at actualy writing music, so I posted it here.

[Groks]

Nice bit of writing Cobalt. I'm glad you told us what or whom it was about - it makes a lot more sense that way.

[Cobalt Mailman]

Yeah, Just so you know, most of the poems I write are in some way related to her. It's pathetic, I know, but it's the truth. God! I'm so waisted on this situation it's not even funny. I'll be glad to be gone next year. No matter how much money I have to take out in student loans!