buried alive

An Undead Love - Poem by buried alive

and I'm writing poems- dead poems!
all that I should have buried.!
They rot me
like a cancer!
consuming me, corrupting my every thought and emotion
leaving me angry, bitter and sad.
I tell myself
it's only a state of mind
that it will pass
but it never does, it never will.

March 2007
and I'm posting dead poems, when I met her, .
a stale, unvaried collection
of poetic death, depression, sorrow-
the stench of decay
permeating the existence that had become my life

She calls herself 'Nellie Angeline'! Angel of Mercy!
She tells me she's loves me! she'l save me!
that my words stir her emotions, make her laugh! make her cry!
She tells me she has sparkling eyes
that turn pretty blue green when she cries,
with long brown copper hair
and a sun kissed freckled face!
and I'm infatuated
Utterly, ..... hopelessly, ....... foolishly.

She sends me letters! handwritten letters!
with a drawing of her sitting by the sea at sunrise,
that It's our destiny to meet at last!
our souls finally together again
locked in 'spiritual penetration'
......but never

She coddles me!
cradles me!

f-u-c-k-s me! ! with her bracketed verbs -

[ HUG ] [ KISS ] [ SIGH ] [ UUGGGH ]
and every night
I long for the touch
of her soft keystrokes against my lonely love starved soul.

in deceit and lies
only to return to find her message in 'poetboy's' box! !
' I'l be your Nellie-angeline! ,
I love you! '! '

My wretched soul!
It rots me, like a cancer
consuming me, corrupting
my every thought and emotion,
leaving me angry, bitter and sad.

'All, that I ever dreamed of's
Everything, I've ever done's
gone wrong!
Nothing, in this world holds me!


I long

is my Nellie,
Angeline! '

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about An Undead Love by buried alive

  • Akhtar Jawad (5/6/2017 8:46:00 PM)

    A beautiful painting of love, I regret why I did not read poems of Buried Alive earlier. (Report)Reply

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  • K J (6/3/2011 2:29:00 PM)

    Lovely and soulful. Emotions running strong. I am twisted so I use those against them and make them crave for more and then have many more. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, March 31, 2017

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