i am a summary of pain; i am nothing more than bruised bones and tender tendons. give me morphine, give me novacaine; give me anything except that sad smile that took your goodbye by the hand
and took you away
where i couldn't reach you. you left, you left me here
empty and alone
and i still remember the warmth
that was your hand in mine. God, how you broke me.
i am hollow: inspiration at its worst. i am full of trembling words and tender pains that squint into the light of examining angry midnight bruises. i am empty, yearning and angry, as i hopelessly long for your sea to fill me up.
i am a medical emergency, stretched and thin. my seams pull apart with the exquisite precision of agony and apathy, and all the king's horses and all the king's men don't know how to put me back together again.
i am slipping back into old-age habits. i put too much sugar in my bitter morning coffee because it reminds me of the sweetness that was the taste of your lips; i inhale and exhale in my empty, cold bed as i long to find even a trace of your familiar perfume; i hold myself together on neverending nights with a strength that surprises me, as i remember what it was like when you held me too.
and i used to think that i was all you would need.
you were solid; i am nothing more than a whispered ghost. my breaths are strained, as i bitterly unravel without you.
you were the bindings that held this broken me togther; i am fragments of fractured spines and creaking bones. cold and pain are the perscriptions that i greedily down as i try to live without you.
you were my oxygen; i am nothing more than broken glass lungs and choking sandpaper breaths. i am struggling to breathe, losing consciousness, as i slowly asphyxiate without you.
Please don't let the lack of capitalization bother you. It's simply a personal choice of mine, and it hopefully does not much affect general artistic merit of the poem. xD
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This definitely brought me swirling back through the past and reliving a lot of the high emotion and tender feeling.
No wonder you placed in my contest more than once if you're writing pieces like this. Seriously, you have EXTREME talent and I'm glad I have been blessed with the chance to read your words. :)
ee cummings frequently abused capitalization and punctuation, and he's one of my favorite writers. I'd be a hypocrite if I criticized you for it. :P that been said, no, it doesn't much affect general artistic merit of the poem. I thought your poem was very artistic-- smooth, flowing, captivating. that last part is very important, methinks. I particularly enjoyed the humpty dumpty reference, it was well played. interesting write, william sir.
This is yet another super gripping poem. You just happened to hit me on a particulary low day. Great descriptions...espescially liked glass lungs and sandpaper breaths.
Hello, my name is William and I'm a write-aholic.
My first poem ever was written in January 2009, so I'm still pretty rough. Nothing is perfect, but I'm addicted to writing, and I do enjoy doing it.. more..