The Pen Bleeds.

The pen bleeds.

 

I am self-destructing.

A phoenix,

Falling further down

Rather than rising

From the ashes

Of your heart.

What have I done?

What have we done?

Where do we go?

Falling in love too easily,

Not you, me.

Riddles in words

In a language I speak,

I hate, I hate, I hate.

I love.

God, I love.

The smell of your hair

And stained glass scars,

Shrapnel of sensations

Lost in the mishaps

Of mornings that

Have yet to see the sun.

The magic fades,

Unseen by my eyes:

The sky was blue today,

But that’s no excuse.

Diamond platinum prisms

Reflect a rainbow of colors,

Dancing across your face,

While I tread softly on your heart.

I do not mean to hurt you,

Forgive me if I do.

Your heart pounding

And thoughts in my head clouding,

With the lightning

Of last night, but I’ll

Stop the thunder for you.

The rain falls from my eyes,

I don’t know why,

I just want to be close once more,

The door of my heart has opened,

And you’re inside. Why?

Why me?

I tried to wash you out,

I tried to wash you off,

But my left shoulder

Won’t give up the smell,

And my lips can’t stop

Thinking of your kiss

And I miss you.

It might be the end,

It might be the beginning.

I don’t know.

Reviews

[Mariah]

This poem is chock-full of imagery, isn't it? :)

I like how it isn't split up into verses- I think this creates the illusion of time being all meshed together....

'The sky was blue today,

But that's no excuse.

Diamond platinum prisms

Reflect a rainbow of colors,

Dancing across your face,'

^^ my favorite part. kudos.

[James K. Blaylock]

This piece is very vivid and hopeful...

jkb

[Sarah B.]

beautiful love poem and pretty good imagery...i liked "stained glass scars", very thoughtful metaphor

[Casanova]

It might be the end it might be the beginning-wow-loved the poem Lydia-you should frame this somewhere-well done

[Lee W. Deason]

"God, I love.
The smell of your hair
And stained glass scars,
Shrapnel of sensations
Lost in the mishaps
Of mornings that
Have yet to see the sun."

The heart of strength in the poem was there.
The poem is a captivating piece altogether. But by using that section you were able to pull in so much attention that you were able to take the view to a little more scarce and abstract and bring it back with taste.
I liked the diction of it also.
The illusionary fragmented speech which really is just high speed.
I can relate to the thinking pattern.
Good write. Good job.
�Lee�