This poem was originally written back on March 19th, but I didn't feel comfortable posting it here until now. Credit my love for e. e. cummings and the influence of a muscle relaxant (my back was BROKE, peoples) for the slightly unusual style.
i screamed openmouthed in terrorwise
link ed to you despite sp ac e
strung like pearls on rope made of
lies
i am
not wondering where you are
closeor far
i sang my sorrowsong already and look over
there
is the note against the sky
a bird poised like music on linesofcommunication between
you
and me
i am exempt from your pain
tattooed my denial of despair on skinsmoothsilk
flash my hope at every
one who glances at my feet
theyve trod many a broken path and been worn down to
cracked and bleeding remnants of memory
been there before
been there again
wandering in circleslikestuck
and c u t the ties finally broke the chains
though bound by life we made
and now the screams have vanished and I sing
new
love like sweetness on the tongue after bitterhate
i am newtoo
and will not coat my heart in nacre to hide the wrong
with in
no
i shine like diamonds
10 years ago
4 bits of love:
oh, i love the ending most of all. shine like diamonds. that works so well. you zig and zag and meander and then end so simply. boom. so very well-stamped.
had to read this a second time. i am envious of that fine ending-- in a good way:)
i love it. love it.
this is what freedom is.
*sigh*. Still can't write a poem (or a freaking sentence) to save myself.
Eh. Whatever. I'll leave that to you.
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