My Skin is Pale

I feel the tears and they come easy

Down the slope of my cheek, into my mouth,

and over my collarbone;

                              my skin is pale.

I cannot put thought to tears, one to the other,

they scramble upon each other and overtake me;

They overtake my stripped and fragile body,

they overtake my tiny self.

My heart beats within my ribs,

only my heart and nothing else,

what was desperation is now desolation,

deathly,

not swarming through my body, but

                              pooling in my heart.

A thousand armies, a thousand cougars,

earthquakes and bombs,

Taliban, tsunami, death,

they could not move me, nothing matters.

Lifelessness is all I know.

I would move

only if you gave me the stars.

Author's Note

Compilation of various pieces of poetry that I've written when hurt and crying. Some pieces of this are ancient, some just a couple days old.

Reviews

[Art Sun]

Very nice...your thoughts are those where one can feel and sense those moments of despair where not even an explosion could move the very heart that seeks to be...loved, held, noticed and yes it takes the stars to motivate one who yearns ...

nice...

[Stephen Scaggs]

Oh Writer,

Are you depressed?! Do you want to kill yourself?! Just kidding, lol. This is a very moving piece and you can definitally feel the moving potential within each descriptive line. I'm going to send this out to about three hundred people - just remind me to do so. Anyways, moving to the chunk of meat that is your poem, this really compiles a lot of different mixed medias into your poem.

I envy (well, sometimes) your ability to write. The first two stanzas comprise of mainly the body of message, but I felt as though the fourth stanza wasn't as... congruent with your other stanzas. I think it should be rewritten in another type of dialect or reframed. I love how you tab some words and leave others where they are. Each line pulls on the heart strings and wrenches for more. You will do well as a writer. I'm glad to know you. 100/100.

Your friend,
S. W. Scaggs

[Bella-Marie]

Ohmagawd. I was like a stunned mullet, ya know? This was AMAZING! SO COOOOOOOOOOOL! My library is just beggin' for this piece!
Firstly, I loved (like Aveira) the different emotions in this poem.
I could feel everything you wrote about. This is spectacular.

[Frantzuu]

Wow! that was beautiful, very well written so much is said in this piece, you put heart and soul into it it shows, your descriptions are vivid, the emotions are felt as I go through the poem. Also the imagery is stunning, I can picture everything as I go.
Your words are simply beautiful, I like the ending of the poem a lotttt.
"I would move only if you gave me the stars."
It can be interpreted in so many different ways. u're in the dark with nowhere to go, and only the light from the stars could guide you out of the darkness, that's the way I see it. :)
Awesome poem.
Ohhh, and your eyes are the stars. :-)
1000000000%%% lol

[Marlena]

This was awesome, I've thought of doing something like that (maybe I will now, seeing how successful yours came out to be). There's a lot of feelings in there, I mean, anger,fear, sadness, loneliness. So much stuff, and it flows SO well. Awesome. 100/100

[Alias Fletcher]

The sense of loss of self is strong- "My heart beats within my ribs,//only my heart and nothing else..". Empathy implores my aid, but there is usually nothing I can do. Of course I would give the stars.