I think the world
has seen enough - -
there are too many whispers,
clouding through stagnant air
and painting the windows gray
color me silent,
pouring mercury over my feet
and catching drops of ink
on my eyelashes.
(the headlines tremble -
fling out like wild commas)
I have become a blogger,
trade insights with screens
where all thoughts are unfinished
& simmer on skin
bound too tightly for air
heart strings tug at ribs,
pull them through the back
and file down to pierce yawning spine
my skin fades like memories,
lies flat on jutting psyche
and yellow like underdeveloped film.
when the sky split open
I was here,
counting bodies like insect wings
& I am sick
of scribbling my mistakes
on wrinkled Bible pages
with black eyeliner
that leaves welts
on paper and weeps
when abandoned for something
with meaning
we are fiction
fumbling sharp edges through
clean cut lines and
spilling poetry onto
broken feet and complacency - -
maybe,
when the Earth
swallows us whole,
we will learn
the grandiosity
of our mistakes.
Author notes
x--Atelophobia--x
yeah... uhm... I'm not really sure what to say about this other than it took a lot out of me.
Hope you like it!
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- PROUDLY PRESENTING: ROUND 3 by Walk-Free.
1900 points, ended October 31, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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"& I am sick
of scribbling my mistakes
on wrinkled Bible pages
with black eyeliner
that leaves welts
on paper and weeps
when abandoned for something
with meaning"
WOW WOW WOW!!
this poem is amazing!! its so awesome how you pulled it all together and penned this breath taking write. your words were so deep. i'm speechless. i love this!!!
keep penning, and i loved it. best wishes (i loved it)
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oh my gosh.
i thought this was really, truly, amzingly brilliant.
"color me silent,
pouring mercury over my feet
and catching drops of ink
on my eyelashes."
you did a great job! love it
all the best
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