2005-08-06 - 5:43 p.m.
Fly-TRAP
Well, I added and added and added to this poem here. I compare someone to a Venus flytrap, even though he's a guy. Hooray for metaphors. I was inspired by a design at threadless.com. That site's awesome...people get to submit ideas for graphic tees in hope that it might get printed, or just for feedback. If I were an artist, I might consider entering; I have some ideas, but no skills in the drawing/graphic department.
Anyways, this was also inspired by various hardcore/emo bands I've recently gotten into. They include Haste the Day, Emery, Still Remains, Quietdrive, and older favorite Silverstein's new stuff(!!!). I capitalized the "trap" in the title to accentuate the feeling of not being able to do what I wish.
Fly-TRAP
Flank my faults with your five whips
Taunt my dreams with eyes and lips
A chokehold on all that I know
You pluck the seed before you sow
Now I can only grow backwards
I’ll always suffer from your words.
You are the only male
Venus flytrap that I know of,
Disguised as a flawless rose.
I land beside you sometimes
And you try your best to
Consume me entirely
Swallow me whole and drown me
Inside you.
You mouth is corrosive;
It burns through my sensitive skin
I melt to glue within you;
I swallow all of your poison
Reverse my metamorphosis
In only several seconds.
Seconds several, only in
Metamorphosis…my reverse.
Flank my faults with your five whips
Taunt my dreams with eyes and lips
A chokehold on all that I know
You pluck the seed before you sow
Now I can only grow backwards
I’ll always suffer from your words
When you hold me I die
When you touch me I bleed
When I see you I cry
When you reach then I run
When you ask then I lie
When you follow I lead
When you speak then I fly
When you catch me I’m done.
You expect me to smile
You expect me to breathe
You expect some laughter
You expect no reprieve
You swallowed my wings
And burned up my dreams
You’ve stolen my voice
Why can’t you believe me
Why can’t you believe me
When I say leave me
Please leave me!
Flank my faults with your five whips
Taunt my dreams with eyes and lips
A chokehold on all that I know
You pluck the seed before you sow
Now I can only grow backwards
I’ll always suffer from your words
Like a curse
Like a curse
I'll always suffer from your words
There isn't anything worse
I'll always suffer from your words.
c)Lisa Bonanni 8/6/05
blown ashes - still scatter
