The Whispers I Scream to the Mountains of Pennsylvania.

I'm not yelling this to him, not again, it's been

 

seven years

 

since I first ran my tongue over the way his lips curl and that crooked

 

grin

 

I'm not feeding him, I'm not

 

handing him my fears.

 

 

We are so backwards, the way my heart beats, the way my soul shakes, his spit dangles in the shape of July right down my trembling chin and I wonder

 

why

 

he can't hear his words echo through this house when the lights exhaust themselves, I wonder why

 

he ignores this.

 

 

He's the existence of me, he's wrapped me up and packaged me in the guise of beauty,

 

he's tattooed me and he's broken all the bones that forgive the way he runs...

 

it's not the night that sinned, it's not the night that gave up on me, it's not the night that convinced me

 

to lay my lips on his shoulders,

 

but it doesn't matter, it's not the beginning, and he's shaded somewhere in the end as I sit behind cobwebs and shadows and chew on disbelief, his sweet inconsistencies enticing my tongue...

 

 

I'm not asking again, he swats at my voice as I scramble backwards through the living room to avoid his insecurities, and he's coming closer...he's closer to hope, he's broken her back and disfigured her smile

 

so her grin

 

becomes crooked

 

and he can fool me into licking the stains off of 2005.

 

 

I'm his creation if I stay inside these walls, I'm his greatest work of art, I'm the skin that destroys him

 

I'm the tears that break his humanity

 

he's deaf...

 

but he can hear me screaming, he can hear my heart breaking

 

and he cradles me, inside his mouth, as my hands push at the backside of his teeth from the inside

 

of his crooked

 

grin

 

and I hang from these walls as he passes by, as he passes to touch me...

 

as I pass into ashes

 

and the memories we created when the sun cast July shadows all over the edges

 

of

 

sin.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

omg this:

and he can fool me into licking the stains off of 2005.
I'm his creation if I stay inside these walls, I'm his greatest work of art, I'm the skin that destroys him
I'm the tears that break his humanity

and the ending as well!

waww how great to read you again

your writing is spectacular

so glad i got to read this today, thanks for sharing your art with us

Antonio :)

[Sami Khalil]

"I'm his creation if I stay inside these walls, I'm his greatest work of art, I'm the skin that destroys him



I'm the tears that break his humanity



he's deaf...



but he can hear me screaming, he can hear my heart breaking"

Our walls can protect us but others can cover our insecurities and shameness of ourselves. So many things in the world are enticing but if we are not careful, we become victims and fools scrambling back behind the walls. Those who have been there, learned the lessons, have new energized faith will overcome. I like a lot when you said I'm handing him my fears. That is when we become vulnerable I guess in our relationships. Some people take kindness for weakness but least they know there is a lion or lioness within...Bravo

[Jeanmarie Flaherty]

What we remember is someone else's hate does not define us, they're words cannot create us, we were born from a womb that they have never touched and eyes they will never view the world from. There are two choices...to be created or to create, if the latter is chosen, nobody can undo you. :) thank you for the incredible review :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So true...You are welcome...:).....................

[Jeanmarie Flaherty]

*their, thank you very much, auto correct ;)

[Sami Khalil]

:).....................

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some give the semblance of love...and then we see the reality, we feel the reality...and our world is turned upside down like a bad painting, one that looks just as bad no matter how it is turned.

i find this confessional style poem to evoke tremendous feeling in me...on the other side i have experienced this also...getting duped by what i thought was love.

and after that the wreckage that is us...somehow needs to repair itself...we might do that on the surface...but inside where no one sees but us...it's like this that you express here.

jacob

[Chris]

The mind pics were vicious... guess that means we were there a time or two ourselves. When your white knight become the black one... where do you turn?

[Steven]

You are good! I get excited when I find a good writer.

"I'm not asking again, he swats at my voice as I scramble backwards through the living room to avoid his insecurities, and he's coming closer...he's closer to hope, he's broken her back and disfigured her smile"

You have a unique style. It's quite introspective, and you see out, through your own special kaleidoscope, a different world, pulling us through your colors, where we come out painted, like new calicos. Thanks.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You are so crafty in in really getting deep into the emotions of the moment... to abuse and control another is not about love, it is about possession and building an false self esteem. Brilliant words.

[no sun]

Is this new? This is so good. The relationship almost sounds like the path of a drug addict trying to rehab. Love the use of July. What a great month to blame, always so fickled! You have me so hooked on your descriptions! Amazing!

[Jeanmarie Flaherty]

Oh it's brand spanking new :)))). Eff July, she's so mean and stuck up :)

[SilentDreamer]

Great poem. The format/layout is definitely unique in the way that it is written. I love the line, "I'm not feeding him, I'm not handing him my fears." Great peice!