And Smile.

When the rain

falls on my pain

and these bruises

call truces

with the scars on my arms

i realize

this disguise

is more than false

that my pulse

is pumping

in the wrong direction

that my skin

is more than sin

it is life

in the form of a knife

glinting silver between quivering fingers

but your strong arms

and soft palms

hold me

touch me

intoxicate me with life

and your chest

where i rest

my warm cheek

feeling you speak

is where i feel at home

i drown

i fall down

but i'm not alone

sticks and stones

may break my bones

but his eyes

will never cut deeper

than this knife has

and his hands

will never burner blacker

than my own demons

i will stand

and take your hand

i'll tip my chin

and make my mission

to succeed

to live

 to smile.

Reviews

[tish]

Awesome poem. Gives the reader hope that if they fight their demons they can live a happy life. Very inspiring. Great job.

[AleyshaRosa]

Thanks, Tish =]

[Caradoc]

What a pretty poem. The whole thing is sort of sad and haunting, yet it ends on a positive note, with the narrator vowing to enjoy life and keep on living. I think that's a good message to send, that no matter how far the worst that life has to offer brings you down, it's better to fight back and keep on living.

Well done.

-Caradoc

[AleyshaRosa]

Thanks so much =]

[Caradoc]

You're most welcome.

[Ariana]

Alright...100%. Nuff said.

(Sorry, my keyboard is malfunctioning, I'll try to type out decent comment later. T.T)

[AleyshaRosa]

Thanks =]

[Ariana]

Your welcome.