Bad Poetry is a series I'm doing in between writing my book. This is poetry written through writers block and quite literally freewritten. This is #2.
THE REINCARNATION OF BARRY MANILOW'S PRIME
I make music that's personal to me. Either listen, or don't. If you like it, good. If not....then I don't really care.
"Truest Man In Scotland right here. Never met someone who talks more sense or about the right things." - Kontempt (www.kontempt.co.uk)
P.S. these tracks are throwaway tracks (apart from In the Name of Love).
Story behind the song
Bad Poetry is just a series of poems being written when I have writers block and can't write for my book. The book I'm writing is going to be a collection of poems and other random sh** . Bad Poetry#1 truly is terrible, though, even for a bad poem. There is a line.
Lyrics
Hold me, she said as she cried warm
Tears, telling me that those tears
Are the only warmth she gets, between
The hiccuped breaths.
I took her in my arms and slowly ran
My fingers through her hair, kissed her
forehead, and gently whispered to her that it would be alright.
The truth is, I didn't know what would
Be alright, those tears slowly caressing
Her face and giving her the warmth she
Desperately craved were a mystery.
All I knew was that she was beautiful, and
Nature has a way of making sure beauty prevails.
She told me it hurts, and I told her 'I know'
Knowing she meant inside.
And as she descriptively explained
The rape, trying to keep control of
Her quivering lips, I held her tighter
Gradually, not even noticing it until
Her voice became more muffled.
As she looked up at me with reddened eyes,
I said nothing, and realized that silence
Is the soundtrack to sorrow.
She sheepishly continiued as I tried to
Balance listeningly intently and trying
To fight back tears.
The lump in my throat felt like my body
Trying to stop me breathing so I wouldn't
Have to witness this anymore.
I moved my hand from her hair to her
Back, and ran my fingertips up and down
It while her body jerked from crying
So hard.
Hours passed and as soon as I knew she
Was asleep, I cried softly, making sure
Not to wake her. I kissed her periodically
On the head; my kisses have never
Felt so humble. If this is where
She wants to stay forever, I will
Stay, protecting her from everything
That could ever hurt her again.
