Thursday, February 4, 2010


Your hand extends,
dark eyes flickering as the moon
casts a shadow over
clenched palms.
Teeth grind,
scraping against cracked lips
that refuse to part.
and soul
stand alone, disappearing
while silent screams
beg for freedom,
suffocating as a broken
looking glass
spills burning raindrops.
Eyes shift
heart beats
Words collapse
under the weight of time.
No escape, no goodbyes.
I love you.


Gina said...

Someone's hiding their feelings....haha. Better comment tomorrow when I'm sane.

Bela said...

But of course, as always :) Agreed...9 hours in Jersey? I don't care if it's jazz (Yay!) or not, that's a long, long time...

Gina said...

Well, we left school at 3:45, got to the place at 5, left at like 10:30 and got back at 11:30-12. So not in Jersey the whole time, but still.....

What I like about this poem is that the whole idea of being stuck and in a very uncomfortable position, every part of the body viscerally reacting against the thing unsaid. Love is uncomfortable. Or at least that's what I got from this. :D

Bela said...

Gina...YOU WIN! You got the idea practically word for word :)

You are truly #1 to HOP :D

Gina said...

Yayyyyy............I finally have a purpose in life. Lqtm.

But seriously, this stuff trains me so that when I have to answer stupid questions in English class, I am well-prepared. Haha.

facres = fake acres?

Bela said...

Haha, I love you :) Yay for...hmm...analytical preparation!

We need to find things to discuss...

Aliana Dare said...


Bela said...

Well, HOWDY, Maria!

Maria said...

Well howdy thur little missy!

Violent, desperate images.... and then suddenly it ends. Hmmm.

Word Verf: eardersh. Amazin!