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Over it (A hammer to my joints makes beautiful music) ![]() Nothing but passing moments... -slipping through my tear ducts Falling like a coarse sand- filling my lungs to a gasp ~A shudder~ Slitting open pink meat as they grind together Gagging- choking; I vomit up time And watch it pour out of me, before my very eyes... I never knew it would be so beautiful It glistens and shatters as it hits the floor then fades away in a wisp And in those few moments- I have lost days upon days... Just like that- it is over and gone Any scrap still clinging to my ribs is trivial My pores bleed I fall And then I stand up. Games often played; left to the pieces to drone and wander free But the players shift and pass glances My eyes are daggers My gaze is set on concrete bricks Classic roles shift and the light is now the devil and the devil stays his place Crushed by the weight of something that bares none itself A shell that the hollow has made it's own A broken toy that a child refuses to cease in his interest But forgive me- you wish to speak of your pain: Still there are shocks of memories, blurry around the edges -as they always tend to be (((fayth, love, majyc))) Now the whole picture can fade and I can walk on with more of myself missing With less and less to give Yet more and more to offer... No amount of time can shield fragile skin Yet the sting shall become a sensation you grow accustomed to Therefor it will be handled... (((but remain impossible to forget))) |
Wow I really like it. I loved the way you formatted this piece using all diffrent types of font and boldness and indentations and everyway you put it, even the mispelled words really worked with the theme. I can't just pick out a favorite line because I loved them all. As for the message of the poem I like how it was all scrambled up with time and 'eyes as daggers' and playing on all that to give the overall theme. The thing is that even though I can't just fit the whole poem together and make the overall theme I still can feel the message gutting into me because I know it so well. My problem is that I can never find the time for anything and I thrive on pain to feel more alive and more able to help those around me. This piece is about that time and that pain right? I can imagine you feeling more alive with every word... Keep it up, I enjoyed this :) ~flora | Posted on 2008-04-03 00:00:00 | by blankscreen | [ Reply to This ] | |