Letter from the Molested Heart

[Tak-Jak]

Im honestly not sure of whether this is mature content or not. Its gruesome in a sense, ill say in warning.
No swear words, nothing relating to sex, just deep emotions and...death
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Dearest,
Realize on this letter my name is signed The End.
Our romance bloomed like the most velvet ballad,
as if it would forever bask in the vivacious sun.
But indeed it did melt in the eyes of those holding jealous matches.
So right now i claim you as my lost valentine,
my forever collector of a perfect gunshot wound.
I caught you cheating on me with black wine,
and i can no longer remain clement.
A state of storm rises from within.
And all the while you wait,
with that vexing look in your eye.
Forget our darling memories,
they blend into carmine paper shredding like your falling flesh.
Murder as my carnal art,
and pieces of your skin soft as an ivory masterpiece.
Blood spills like paint in every shade of red,
and your veins resemble leafless trees with branches reaching for night.
If all creation could see you now,
they'd entitle you as a shattered porcelain vase letting go
of the most captivating rose.
They'd see how brash and deceitful you are.
Feathers gather at melted shoulder blades as one last dance with cremation begins.
This love is set to cauterize.
But is anything enough to heal this?
Your body is incense of the darkest kind.
Oh, relax- death is just a deeper sleep,
with dreams fortunate of turning into a heaven written blind.
A painting framed in soul, not mind.
No more simple white lies from your gently carved lips.
Here comes the failure of truth, it's calling out to me.
Awakening, as if from sin.
I can sense my imagination reflecting in the mirror of your tears.
I am to blame for this distress.
You know id never hurt you,
and i have found a lonely reform.
This artist is departing,
curious of going beyond sketched ideas and into the reality of a suicide self-portrait.

____________________________Realize on this letter my name is signed,

______________________________________________The End.

______________________________________________
Author's Comments

I wrote this letter with the idea of someone being completely obsessed with another. In my imagination, she became jealous of anything and everything the other person paid mind to. She found herself hoping death upon her lover, thinking that he was being unfaithful for just wishing to have time to enjoy his own life. Realizing her torture of wanting to be with this one person always, at every moment, made her even closer to insanity. She began to imagine how to kill off this person to free herself and begins to write a letter to her love explaining in detail her passionate emotions and sensed betrayal, but in the end realizes she cannot bring herself to actually go through with murder. She notices suddenly that she cares far too much for him, and would never hurt him. Feeling intense guilt for even thinking such horrid thoughts, she imitates each planned action upon herself, and therefore commits a devastating suicide hoping to stop her pain.  

[KirbyVictorious]

O.o

Takkun, I am, spellbound.

Creeped out...

but captivated. *bowstoyourholyawesomeness*  

[Tak-Jak]

Why so creeped out..?
I was bored after my English final..
And this is what came out of it.

Thanks Kirbs.

 

[shortstoriestragicendings]

I love it, it's sooooo.....dark and tragic.
Perhaps like something Poe would write.
Starting off one way and twisting to another.  

[Tak-Jak]

Perhaps...
But I have never once been compared to Poe.
Thanks for ginving me something new.

 

[NovaKing]

Tak-Jak

Im honestly not sure of whether this is mature content or not. Its gruesome in a sense, ill say in warning.
No swear words, nothing relating to sex, just deep emotions and...death
________________________________________________



Dearest,
Realize on this letter my name is signed The End.
Our romance bloomed like the most velvet ballad,
as if it would forever bask in the vivacious sun.
But indeed it did melt in the eyes of those holding jealous matches.
So right now i claim you as my lost valentine,
my forever collector of a perfect gunshot wound.
I caught you cheating on me with black wine,
and i can no longer remain clement.
A state of storm rises from within.
And all the while you wait,
with that vexing look in your eye.
Forget our darling memories,
they blend into carmine paper shredding like your falling flesh.
Murder as my carnal art,
and pieces of your skin soft as an ivory masterpiece.
Blood spills like paint in every shade of red,
and your veins resemble leafless trees with branches reaching for night.
If all creation could see you now,
they'd entitle you as a shattered porcelain vase letting go
of the most captivating rose.
They'd see how brash and deceitful you are.
Feathers gather at melted shoulder blades as one last dance with cremation begins.
This love is set to cauterize.
But is anything enough to heal this?
Your body is incense of the darkest kind.
Oh, relax- death is just a deeper sleep,
with dreams fortunate of turning into a heaven written blind.
A painting framed in soul, not mind.
No more simple white lies from your gently carved lips.
Here comes the failure of truth, it's calling out to me.
Awakening, as if from sin.
I can sense my imagination reflecting in the mirror of your tears.
I am to blame for this distress.
You know id never hurt you,
and i have found a lonely reform.
This artist is departing,
curious of going beyond sketched ideas and into the reality of a suicide self-portrait.

____________________________Realize on this letter my name is signed,

______________________________________________The End.

______________________________________________
Author's Comments

I wrote this letter with the idea of someone being completely obsessed with another. In my imagination, she became jealous of anything and everything the other person paid mind to. She found herself hoping death upon her lover, thinking that he was being unfaithful for just wishing to have time to enjoy his own life. Realizing her torture of wanting to be with this one person always, at every moment, made her even closer to insanity. She began to imagine how to kill off this person to free herself and begins to write a letter to her love explaining in detail her passionate emotions and sensed betrayal, but in the end realizes she cannot bring herself to actually go through with murder. She notices suddenly that she cares far too much for him, and would never hurt him. Feeling intense guilt for even thinking such horrid thoughts, she imitates each planned action upon herself, and therefore commits a devastating suicide hoping to stop her pain.

not much of a poet but putting "forever" infront of "my" in line six might help the flow a bit.

hmm you could also try being a little more subtle about her partners betrayal. maybe separate the poem up every so often (to make it a bit easier on the eyes and to allow you to emphasize each section's meaing.) and possibly a bit more upfront with the fact that shes suicidal throughout the poem, but once again im not a poet ^_--.

Ermm hehe not much else.

i would have just said "good work" but that seemed terribly rude.  

[Tak-Jak]

Ah.. but you need not be a poet. For this is a letter, heance the reason for no stanza seperation. Also.. her partner does not truely betray her.. she just believes he does... like my Author's Comments say.

Give a clear description of the letter.
But thanks for the advice.
I shall look into everything.

 

[NovaKing]

Tak-Jak

Ah.. but you need not be a poet. For this is a letter, heance the reason for no stanza seperation. Also.. her partner does not truely betray her.. she just believes he does... like my Author's Comments say.

Give a clear description of the letter.
But thanks for the advice.
I shall look into everything.

......Sigh* now im a bit confused..oh well sorry for the trouble  

[Tak-Jak]

No trouble at all.

 

[Spastic waffles]

Mobidly amazing. Simply put.  

[Sulfurous]

You know, I've always wondered about painting with blood, being an artist myself, and taking the poetry literally if it wasn't meant as such.

Don't take that the wrong way.
I saw someone who did it once.

I do like it. I feel that sick obsessive feeling clearly.

"Your body is incense of the darkest kind. "

Thats probably my favorite line. *nodnod*  

[Tak-Jak]

*bows humbly*

Thank you my loves.

 

[FLCL_Takun_FLCL]

Absolutely beautiful, Jak.
You've captured the essence in full 3nodding .  

[Tak-Jak]

People are going to need to stop calling me Takkun..
Since that is your name.

lol. Welcome.
and thanks greatly.

 

[KirbyVictorious]

NuuuuuuuuTakkun! crying it's such a cool name!

And I'm so used to it now, I call my cat Takkun too...(PS my other one's nickname is Gulliver heart or sameji.)