The Sculpted MemoriesA Poem by Kenji LightMemories...
lost thoughts in still frames like dusty transparencies on a projector with a burned-out bulb. Eyes taking in everything, greedily snatching up the sights around. For every selfish being has selfish organs. Longing... Hexagonal shapes? Barbed Wire! Spiraled about an enclosure desire on the other side of the jungle of cold, rusty iron and jagged teeth. Breathe, but quickly for desire stings like the great, curved tail of Scorpio driving into our hearts. She does not bend her image is solid, not brittle glass, or splintered wood, but a steel statue with a power, such power enough to stop a heart in its tracks love power. Hatred... What one holds the statue image the still-framed photographs, make one's stomach churn and spew out acidity. Bile for betrayers and for one's own weaknesses. Broken the heart's rhythmic beats murmured, slowing, changing as old tunes fade like the colors of the photographs, as the brilliant statue crumbles. I hold the chisel, stone-faced and strong. © 2008 Kenji LightReviews
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7 Reviews Added on February 25, 2008 AuthorKenji LightShannon, ILAboutI was born in Freeport Illinois on April 22nd of the year 1988. I grew up with a love of reading and would constantly be found with a book in hand. However, as far as English went, my skills were la.. more..Writing
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