Your superficial love no longer entices my senses.
Your mystery was so overwhelming,
that its charming qualities
became inexistent to me.
Everything I did to you
came from genuine feelings,
something you’re unable to familiarize with
because the skin you wear is patchwork from strangers.
I’d rather wear my heart on my sleeve,
than to make someone else’s identity my own.
Even if I get exposed to your rejection
and look for comfort in denial.
The security of solitude
is a connection inherited by the sensitive.
The oblivious are forever fated
to the secrecy of ignorance.
You know my weaknesses,
I know your strengths.
It’s not fair until I tear you down
and get to where I really want.
The cuts will heal one by one.
Even if I need to patch myself with fragments of you.
I always get what I want,
so why are intangible feelings an exception?
This poem is heavily inspired on my random quotes from Twitter, pretty much like Bipolar Electric Discharge, but I have quite a collection of random quotes now, so I decided to put some of them together. I hope it’s not too distasteful that my feelings are so out of reach that sometimes I can sound happy but then tweet about something really upsetting. I hope none of my followers have too much concern for that and always know I’ll be alright. If I’m capable of feeling strong emotions, I’m capable of handling them.
I’m absolutely in love with Shiina Ringo’s latest album, Sanmon Gossip so I wanted her to grace this poem with her beautiful new photo shoot. That’s where I got the name for the poem and it fit it really well. I feel like I’m back to a more intellectual level of poetry, unlike the lastest poem, where I went a bit berserk with ideas. I hope you enjoyed reading Skin even though it’s not as crazy as Bipolar Electric Discharge!
B.I.O.Polar,
drawing you in
and pushing you away.
Magnetism at its best, my love.
12:00 a.m. and I can’t feel you.
Even though the bed is still warm
with the throbbing
of two dead hearts.
The sound of thunder from my head
Pulsate you away with dangerous radioactivity.
My psyche is exhausted from useless attempts
to stop being toxic to myself.
Jealous, obsessive, thunderstorms.
Don’t dance under the rain now.
It’ll only get you electrocuted.
Bipolar danger zone.
Burning vibrato consumed with rage,
letting go of your senses among so much energy.
Smoothly tearing me apart,
like a tool of your desires.
Your vitality isn’t worth my time.
Pairs of ions.
Ready for an electric discharge?
ϟ
This is probably the craziest poem I’ve ever written. The words “Bipolar electric discharge ϟ Magnetism at its best, my loves” came to my head by the time I wrote it on twitter and it was basically my base and inspiration for this poem.
Me And Electric Discharge is also the title to Shiina Ringo’s compilation album, and I started to love this title, and I took this nuclear, electric vibe and tried adding it to my own poetry, so it became more of a You And My Electric Discharge in this case. This poem is certainly very much like me due to its randomness and just the mixture of words. I’m really satisfied with it because it’s so crazy and random. It was very fun to write because of its play in themes and my inspiration was easy to work with.
Using a symbol as a verse is also a first for me. I really loved how this poem turned out! Nothing like my past published works. That’s exactly what I like about it!
