Hollowed Stone~

Bleeding from the sacred heart 
after again being purged from a bulimics 
thoughts, wants, desires 

Cast into the alabaster ...as if that weren't enough 
the barbed wire twists against 
the pulsing of my soul as life fades 

Manic breathes of indecision 
wear heavier then the  sun, wind and rain 
passerby’s look at their feet to avoid the truth 

In time the suns rays will bleach away 
the stains 
no one...not one...will ever know how she bled 

No tears are spent 
for all this was cast out upon 
a hollowed statue of stone

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jack...]

You are extremely talented and now I have to ask myself, why haven't I come here sooner. This was dark and the sadness of this pain drenched me.

"passerby’s look at their feet to avoid the truth" I loved this line...it is the absolute truth. Not wanting to know, not wanting to get involved while another lies bleeding in the street. So very sad how this world is, however, there are kind souls everywhere...hiding in plain sight. This my friend was off the charts good.

[†Tracey†]

Thank you so much Jack. But you do know me.. and we have passed each others way often...xo

[Jack...]

Yes I kind of thought that as I was reading. Your style is quite unique and I just didn't want to assume.

[†Tracey†]

Well I thank you none the less :)

[Jack...]

And you are very welcome my friend. Any visit to your world is pure pleasure to me.

[khalid]

first, i really like your writings because you take me to forgotton places. places where you go are mostly vergin places. concerning the poem's structure, there is nothing to add, the words are nicely picked, the images were almost perfect..concerning the topic, i dont think many who read for you can decide what you really meant to say. you make different effects on recievers. that is great..
you can mix things which are not thought to be mixed in a very nice way..mixing love and passion with death and sorrow...

[†Tracey†]

Thank you Khalid.. yes I'm a mix of emotion right now that's for sure.. I'm left feeling like the stain that will eventually fade away and no one will ever again take notice...... thank you for your awesome review..xo

[khalid]

regardless to writing, i hope everything will be ok with you in all life aspects. just be careful..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

In time moments good or bad fade into the background but will always leave a mark upon our soul.

[†Tracey†]

So true.. it would just be nice to have a happy mark for a change :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

found the "bulimics" part a bit awkward in the structure...but liked this look at someone self-destructing while others just pass by...

sounds like what New Yorkers would do...i am from there and would know that...(not all, but we have a reputation)

really nice use of your words. and for the most part good rhythm.

jacob

[†Tracey†]

Thank you Jacob I will take a look at the bulimics end.. it was a symbol of over doing to just throwing it all away.. I appreciate your kindness and review..xo

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's just the way it's worded that is a bit awkward..not that word itself...just the phrasing...could be clearer, grammatically.

but glad to be of help..and i really like the poem.

[Frieda P]

Dark and enthralling, this sucked me right into it's inner sanctum. Put on display and still no one see's the embedded pain and inner turmoil. Music is so perfectly eerie. Insanely good!

[†Tracey†]

Thank you so much Frieda.. I always appreciate your thoughts :) xo

[B-poet]

Intriguing picture that collaborates very well with the written text. The only evidence for the effects of a suffer's suffering is found on a hollowed stone. You could start a trending genre with this type of writing. Love the experimentation. Great work. :)

[†Tracey†]

Thank you ..xo

[David Scott]

Your writes blend pain with beauty... It is a truth in this life.
Yet I must pose the idea that even when the alabaster stone is bleached, eyes will know that the surface covers a stain that pulses a slow painful injury. Her beauty more so in the knowing. Yes, most eyes do not see, but some will, some do.
A lovely write that melds light and dark in sculpted shadows.

[†Tracey†]

I always love your reviews because you take it in ...feel it.. and walk away with a smile and leave a post it note on my forehead that has a heart and reads hope.. thank you for that..xo

[David Scott]

A kiss from a tender friend on your forehead dear. Your writes are given to us from a place that is private and intimate in your knowing of suffering. I could not read or review such work casually.
Thank you for sharing. Your gift of writing and your honesty are gems polished from the heat and pressure of deep, glowing magma.