The Children Will Play The Teeth Like Piano Keys

These words manifest something from you....

And I miss her
And I miss her smiles
And her warmth
So when we're gone
All we will have are these homes
We'll be all alone
We'll die in these houses
     I'm dying alone
Walking these barren halls
Its a lot like these rooms
Filled with hollow walls
And even more hollow pictures
Your gray spirit taints every frame
                (And I miss her)
The pot called the kettle black
But the rust gave me a blister
Can't you hear it? (It looks the same)
A young fire plays to the tune of old
flowers
I am, I am so afraid
But She can do it alone
For She's stronger and smarter
Then I ever was
And I miss her
And I miss her scent
And her breath
And I miss her breath on glass
These drawers and closet doors
Got stories of their own
So I walk her mind
While wearing words
That never knew the time
To run and hide
She can do it alone
For there is nothing stronger than her prayers
She can do it alone
She can do it alone
The truth is
There hasn't been much to smile about
since you have been gone
Since you've been gone
I tried to be spider clean
Never was you, but always me
Can't you see
I'm trying to be
Something more but always becoming less
So I beg for a kiss as we lay
 me to rest
And I'm starting to look more
like old men
I do my best thinking only when
I drive away
From this house of mine
and I only know
It isn't right
When I ask these yellow teeth
How far to drive
                              everyone away?
                  This isn't me
                     this isn't mean
                       This is me
  And I miss her
  And I miss her
  And I miss her
Like tiptoeers eye's
     choking on black ties
How long is this road
  that connects around you
With every fingertip
  Clashing on your lips

My hands pressed on the same window
I can still feel you breathing
They'll say it only looks like you're sleeping

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Wow.. I really felt this one.. very deep and lyrical in the rhythm and flow. A deep sense of love, yearning and loss with loneliness and fear aging fierce memories! You have a great deal of what feels like the fear of a future reality of sorts. It's haunting, sad and well there are many that have gone out this way in the real world. If only we could stay "forever young" and live forever happily-ever-after.. only in fairytales I suppose. Awesome wordsmithing here.. heartwrenching write!

[Lilly]

This is so beautiful - it reads nearly like a song. A gripping write. Lovely.

[Reika]

Aaaah! One more thing!
Your grammar and spelling!
sent=>scent
"She was stronger then I ever was" => "She was stronger than I ever was"

:)

[Reika]

I knew about this poem the moment you posted it on here...but I avoided reading this for the longest time because I knew that if I were to read it it would probably make me cry, like most of your other writings do. My expectations were right, this poem is powerful, and it reached out to me and pulled me into it.

As I was reading it, I felt the walls of my room disappear and envisioned an old, empty house. It was empty and dark, with broken windows and rotting walls and furniture, but as I sat there, at the table, your words flowing through my head and becoming my own. I could almost feel the warmth, almost. At the moment I couldn't totally reach that warm satisfaction, I felt the yearning. I could see her memory walking around and I could feel her, even though she wasn't there. I felt lost, like I needed to do something more than all that I've already done, but I didn't know what could be done and my attempts to do the opposite have just lead me back to the same place. I couldn't do anything to help the situation and I felt like a piece of me left me, like it didn't need me anymore, but I needed it. That I didn't really do anything wrong, but at the same time, I did, solely because I didn't do anything wrong, you know?

I dunno if this is much of a review...I guess it is. I mean, I'm giving you feedback of the experience I had while reading this poem, right? All I'm saying is this poem was amazing, just like you said it would be.

[jumbie's #1 fan]

Oh harry, what is there to say? You have always had a way with words, which is something I've always loved about you. This poem, like all of your poems, is simply beautiful. Don't ever stop writing because the way your words flow has the power create something haunting and real. I've never read of anyone writing like you, which is why you are my favorite writer.