Possibly

The inside of my stomach is red,
As it should be,
And coated with a thick layer of
Hydrochloric acid,
An acid that would maliciously
Destroy my flesh if it ever had the
Opportunity to slither across my dainty figure.
My flesh, epidermis,
So perfectly flawed;
Scorned with memories of
Broken fires and awkward beatings.
My body is the work of
Almost a thousand artists;
I am the ultimate human canvas.
Mismatched lines flow with me;
Black and red illuminating one artist’s
Vision of a working heart,
Another clearly showing the
Makings of the most feared but
Damn near most accepted being ever,
Satan.
Red horns, black eyes,
Face like a mad,
Misunderstood,
Malnourished man
That was never a man.
Lines reduce the beauty of his face
But induce the terror we all associate
With our most feared.
He rest everyday on the middle
Of my right shoulder blade
Surrounded by intricate tribal symbols set ablaze,
Intimately shadowing my
Most devious plans.
Yes, he influences me,
Almost too much.
Not even the flow of my rather
Menacing black hair may hide him,
Not even for one minute;
I suppose the ominous look of it
Sings to him,
Feeds him,
Loves him.
Maybe I love him more
Than I will ever feel safe
Acknowledging.
Maybe I am a fool for walking
With Satan everyday of my life.
Maybe, just maybe.

 

Reviews

[Racheal]

this is really good - i am into body mods - well mostly piercings and tattoos but i have friends into branding and burning so i can understand what is going on here. There aint nothing wrong with doing what you want with your body and f$%k anyone who telsl you different. I love the idea that the image - i assuem a tattoo - of satan is perhaps containing his spirit or a piece of it and that it might be influencing your actions.

[Raef C. Boylan]

Going through the back data now
and f*****g wow
yes yes yes
there is more

"The inside of my stomach is red,
As it should be,
And coated with a thick layer of
Hydrochloric acid,
An acid that would maliciously
Destroy my flesh if it ever had the
Opportunity to slither across my dainty figure." - inside we are full of damaging things

"So perfectly flawed;
Scorned with memories of
Broken fires and awkward beatings." - scorned might be 100% the word you wanted so b***h slap me if you wanna, but "scored" puts me more in mind of lines being impressed upon skin.

"Not even the flow of my rather
Menacing black hair may hide him,
Not even for one minute;
I suppose the ominous look of it
Sings to him," - i love how detailed the identification with Satan is

"Maybe I am a fool for walking
With Satan everyday of my life." - an amazing theme, literal and maybe metaphorical too

maybe i should have pretended to be fundamentalist christian
and urge you to turn from his temptation
[haha]

This is good.
Your work's progressing all the time, but this older piece is still great.

p.s.
"He rest everyday" (should it be rests?)

[Ryan Gilroy]

This poem seems to be strewn with countless mental images that keep the reader's mind busy with far too many thoughts. I do like this poem and not many poems move me enough to save them and keep them in my library seeing that your poem seems to do something uniquely different and I like it. The poem here seems to tell a tale of pictures with your words rather then reading it and letting it wash over you, this is the exact opposite. Your poem seems to go and make you see the images as you begin to read them and putting them all together and flower into a poem that's unique and truly breath taking. Keep up the good work and i think this poem seems to show your strength as a poet and will have me keep reading your poetry.

[Lauren Stegg]

I love the body art theme. (I too am "into" it ^^) This is an excellent piece.
Red horns, black eyes,
Face like a mad,
Misunderstood,
Malnourished man
That was never a man.

Beautiful, alliterative description. Lovely imagery throughout. I try to give constructive criticism....but I just can't find anything wrong with this poem!

[Jasmina Amethyst Pendra..]

oh god I love this poem. I am so into body mods. Piercings? yes. Tattoos? absolutely. Cutting? yep. I love it all. You should enter this in the tattoo stories contest. Brilliant work. -Liv

[lostintheworld]

i love these lines the most:

So perfectly flawed;
Scorned with memories of
Broken fires and awkward beatings.
My body is the work of
Almost a thousand artists;
I am the ultimate human canvas.
Mismatched lines flow with me

great imagery....

damn....