A short poem for this week’s Throwback Thursday, another from Poetry 101 Rehab.
Memories of you creep beneath my flesh Working their way deep inside I could cut you out with a knife But that would only leave scars Worse than the ones you gave me When you ran away with her A re…
Source: Skinned Alive
A really powerful poem, sad and familiar.
Please be quiet, sir
This is a funeral for thoughts.
Even though, her eyes do know
And scream, “I kid you not.”
Leave her alone
Let her walk home
She cannot take the hurt.
And as you stare
You see that she wears
Her fifteenth-favorite skirt.
For you, her smile faded
Her heart now rooms with Sorrow
So if you must say anything
Just bid her a good ‘morrow.
For you, she waited days
And silence was all she got
But your lips, do part their ways
And whisper, “forget me not.”
Please be quiet, sir
She can sustain you not.
Even though, your words do flow
This is a funeral for thoughts.
A deep and touching poem.
fragments by anelephantcant
Click here to hear the poem read aloud:
is this the way to heaven
can I find it at last in her deep brown eyes
can she lead me there step by small step
or is she a devil in an angel’s disguise
is she able to release me
can she finally open this prison door
can she tear down the bars with her bare hands
or is my pain once more calmly ignored
can she create the picture perfect
can she paint colour back into my world
is she the one to heal the artist’s soul
or just another sweet transient girl
can she decipher the cluttered confusion
and make sense of this traumatised mind
is she the answer to daydreams and wishes
or does she walk away and leave me broken behind
can she uproot the most stubborn of weeds
allowing my withering soul to…
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Let it come from the heart 