if you still have an axe to grind, stupidities pipe to smoke at your command.
Keeping please and thank you within the answers held far from talking eyes. Is a burst of air splashing casually from the pages of a book, waltzing into sighs.
I just saw indignation standing out in a thin smile again. Emotionless laughter is at my door with another sign, still and pausing when night has entered silently my friend.
On one side little boxes full of hope grow bigger as they sit. Yet, misting gently in the distance comes the morning instinctively they grow smaller then they quit.
I do not know where I should be walking or if I should mention what I see. When uncertainty brings a little chill hardens this soft heart I carry here inside of me.
You may hear stones from the ground drinking the truth from my hands. But not, if you still have an axe to grind stupidities pipe to smoke at your command.
Listen to the cries of no, no, no breathing inside all human souls. Close your eyes and pretend you are in Disneyland burning every letter I sent you but never wrote.
Your breath will come in a whispered kiss, running through your head. The poison from your mouth will empty out into all the goodbyes you meant, but never quite said.
If you have no clue then we are doomed!! It seems like this is about someone who couldn't fully commit to one and couldn't actually admit they didn't want it all so they pretended to walk the walk and talk the talk for as long as they could and as always they were busted and found guilty of never caring. Just my two cents woth of flesh and blood.
Interesting how sometimes we write things without really knowing the reason why we write them. Happens often. For having no clue, I loved this one. Great write!
"Your breath will come in a whispered kiss,
running through your head.
The poison from your mouth
will empty out into all the goodbyes
you meant, but never
quite said."
What a great ending...Very well said, Neva...
I was really interested reading this...
You're full of wisdom... :)))
Your breath will come in a whispered kiss,
running through your head.
The poison from your mouth
will empty out into all the goodbyes
you meant, but never
quite said.
but u do......wonderful feelings, i know someone who writes letters and never mails them....awesome..
As I read this poem...I was your neighbor...Your very angry neighbor. Yelling at a man at 2 in the morning who was standing in your lawn. I was asking him to please "Shut the hell up" and "don't you know what it means when a woman changes the locks!!" lol...
Anyways, I dont honestly know if I will ever be able to pinpoint "the" theme of this poem. It is special to me because it seems to be a perfect storm of many thoughts and emotions that is always rare. One thing that struck me in particular was that there seemed to be a fear of losing one's ability to love. You really made me remember to take account of the cost we have to pay for exacting revenge.
For a second...I saw the beautiful mistress of the sea...standing with fire in her eyes and lava seeping out from the cracks in the rocks beneath her feet. The highlights in her hair were gone. She needed to be embraced and held to calm her down...but no one had the courage to attempt to do so....
Second guessing oneself, or "living" in fear makes us lose many opportunities to say and do things that need to be said and done. And then, we feel anger and regret...
hmmm interesting, i think i write letters through gestures and spoken words, but when people don't hear them i have to write it down...nice poem. There is a poem awaiting your presence to read Neva :)
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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