No Words Left

 

I’ve been standing in this spot for hours

Chewing what is left of my fingers, the skin raw, bleeding with the abuse of my indecision

Frozen but my shoulders aren’t tense (I was never cold when I should have been)

My feelings are persistently fumbling towards you, clumsy on how to present themselves, too drunk on their love with the idea of you

The snow would help I thought, maybe

It’s reminiscent of so many words unsaid, still perfect, void of any gray areas

But there you are, and I have no words left

 

Reviews

[Paul Grimsley]

man, i am sure i haven't read anything quite like your poetry. they are fluid, graceful and evocative. kind of like a textual equivalent of a silk painting whilst simultaneously possessing a rawness. i shall refrain from comparisons here, though some are evoked; for comparisons, as is often the case are only partially fitting garments that would need to be tailored, and in so doing would become yours anyway. i hope i make sense. i approach from the position of an insomniac cast adrift on beautiful words in the early morning

[L. L. Jacobson]

You have exponded upon your heart and mind intermittently yet separately,
and I wish I could just stand back, in awe and silence like you, because I
always seem to f**k everything up otherwise.
The bravery in your words are that they are most honest and intend to the reader
exactly the emotions conveyed from within; it doesn't apologize for itself, nor does it
ever need to. Exacting in thoughts, delivered like truth from a cannon.
Oh, I am a fan...

[Angel Marie Antoinette]

It's never cold when we are focused on matters of the heart. I could see standing outside a house...forgetting to look like you just happened to be there...knowing the words are just on the other side of the wall...no knowing if you should climb the wall or leave them be.

You see them... and the words flee.

[Amber Victoria Tudor]

"Chewing what is left of my fingers, the skin raw, bleeding with the abuse of my indecision" Wow. this is a cool piece. it has a sad air but it remains pungent. nice!

[Kasia A. Tilander]

This is a great piece, especially those first two lines, they caught me and held me firm.

Welcome to the cafe, I hope you enjoy it here as much as I have.

Kasia.