will you welcome my connfession?

May 28 2006

you have to force the words to form themselves, or else they linger and mingle around in your head. that just gets confusing. oi. i think this was the most recent poem i churned out, but i'm not so sure...









"tremors"





say it softly - like a murmur, quietly
and let him lie to you, next to you
although his touch feels like knives
and his words sound hateful
to you, your mind, mindful of
his past, and weary of your own.
when you first heard the taps on
your window at night, you disregarded
them, kinder than the way you
disregarded your parents' faith
but when he left you so did
the love you never had or wanted.
sometimes, when you speak, the earth
shudders with you and I remember
why you never say anything to him





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what is it about this site that makes it so damn addictive? bah humbug.