Running into dark walls.

Running into dark walls.

A Poem by Ashinna

As things blow up
and become something of a much bigger state
I quietly start to cry
Forgetting how to speak in that moment
I lose track of what i really want

The words that leave your mouth
Both sting and please me
You say you are speaking the truth
 I feel trapped and unsure what to believe

You call my name
bringing me closer to a place of the unknown
Each step I take, I try to take with caution
but as your voice gets warmer
my chest slowly rises to explosion
I want to break fast into the wind
into your beautiful presence 

Every inch of me is screaming no
Yet I continue
Back to the place where I ran from 
Back to shivering in the cold
Back into your soul-less arms

Frozen in the sweetness of your lies.

© 2010 Ashinna


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Wow, this is really good!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Another remarkable example of skill, not overworked or undercooked. Just right!

Posted 14 Years Ago


OUCH, this actually stung a little bit just to read. Honestly, you are writing from inside yourself and you mean what you say, but guess what? You are a reflection of me as well, like a clone. I feel like we are the same person, yet we write in different ways, different fashions... I am bewildered, how is it that I can read your poem and it reminds me of me? The best line that makes my eyes wide and my heart quicken just a tad, is this line... "The words that leave your mouth Both sting and please me". Have you ever felt like you are twisted, like how could you smile at something so terrible? Has something ever had a painful edge to it, yet you still kind of enjoy the pain somehow?

Posted 14 Years Ago


I love the last line, greatly worded and yet so so sad.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Ashinna
Ashinna

Prince George, Canada



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I'm 16. I love writing, its how I express myself. It's how I let go, learn, writing calms me. I am now 20. Looking back at my writing. I miss myself. So here I am, to write again. more..

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