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Here I travel yet again-
I’m barefoot without a stitch of cloth upon my back
Hardbound..
Clutching to my bare chest are the very words of my soul
The ones I’ll tell no one..for now
They are drowned in the sweetest of sins and spiked with the most lethal of emotions
Liquid cocaine to your mind
Tattooed blue ink giving life to the white paper
I’s dotted with hearts showing my inner side
The very ink that’s outline in invisible tears
For these are the most honest words I’ve written but will probably never be posted here..
I find comfort in these words but also that which leaves me stiff in fear
(A downward spiral up to Heaven)
My fingertips trace the parchment
My heart beats faster with the power found in each and every letter
And like Braille the words rise and fall
Grazing the lines touching every fire infused curve making sure not to skip one note
And patiently to the end my fingertips crawl
I’m smiling happy
I'm smiling faithful as well as faithless
But most of all I'm smiling in my cowardice of being free
I close my journal remembering the potential effect of my words
And like Christ’s hands upon lepers I return it to my shelf of unspokens; the shelf of the inner me
Someday I’m gonna yell it from the rooftops
I’ll brand these things deep into my skin
But for now I’ll be silent
Reaching out to grasp my cup of coffee laced with Irish Creme
I close my eyes trying to reminisce of such warmth
But this is the only warmth yet known to the tips of my soul..

Author notes

Again poetry is the easiest way to hide behind yourself..To avoid being completely honest with the world..I hope you enjoy this regardless
Written December 15th, 2003

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  • Silver Haze
    May 30, 2004
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    i really enjoy the way you write.. you use good words and the flow is beautiful, keep it up!


  • grand theft autumn
    March 29, 2004
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    Wow... this poem is so beautiful. It is a true expression of how much writing poetry can mean to you and be a way for you to escape from your real self. The language and flow of the poem is so perfect, and you have a way with words that makes me want to read it again. Good write!
    ~Autumn


  • Razors-Edge
    December 23, 2003
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    Well, where do I start. I am absolutely undone and propelled by your words. the images are so rich and stark at the same time. I wish could write with this intesity and subtleness. You really have a way of bringing life to your words and engaging the reader. I read your words and I can feel them etching thier thoughts and ideas on my heart, soul, and mind. I think you understand the strength of words. They fall from your fingers and breath life into the paper or screen you are placing them on. I thank you for opening the gifts you have been given for us to see!

  • AvacadoRox24
    December 15, 2003
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    Oh my Gosh. This poem was amazing. It explains so well just how much you can express yourself through poatry...how much you can say with a pen and paper. This was so well written...keep up the good work.
    Much Luv,
    Mandie
    Edited on Dec 16 because 'spelling'.