It's Still You

Salt on the wounds
Sipping each drop
Deep down
Watch as I bleed in deafening hues
Of these dull colors
That run me dry.

I see you before me
In different shades
Investigating my impatient eyes
Like you don't realize
These tears.

I am cracking with each hour,
In this lonely corner
Embracing shadows,

Thinking of the words
The sentences
This paralysis, this haunting
Of what I cannot have
Of …you.

And as the night falls
And my curtains close
You will embody
The shadow that is not mine.
And while I wish
And while I sketch
On this faded canvas
Along the walls
Of my thirsty soul
You and I

You will betray with your soft kiss
On those gentle lips
As my envy

And the salt on these wounds
And swallows
My tired
Hollow ashes.


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About this blog

Well, I've decided to start blogging my poetry. I don't think the blog on My Space really fits my writing well - and I figure this way, I'll be much more on top of things.

I've been writing since I was 8 years old. I've taken many creative writing classes - but my biggest inspiration comes from real life events, real life people - each thing you read hits home emotionally for me. I only write descriptions of how I feel or have felt - I don't necessarily imagine what it might feel like - because then I don't feel I'd be truthful with my poetry.

Enjoy - and please always leave comments. I love them.