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by Julia Jan 26, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Somehow I never quivered, Somehow I never swayed, Somehow I stayed motionless, Somehow you seemed dismayed... It is not that which I say Like my heart beats the Axe Which could split so easily Slit to halves, white on black My soul remains silent As mute as a bird For birds may spurr sound Yet nothing as words Words twisted and tangled Through thought and through mind I wish I could mangle 'Til they'd truly be mine... My own, how blissful Life is with its smoothing Shallow tones, carving Scars which never be soothing Growing deeper and deeper Feeding off what alters Devouring mind... So on, I wait for shelter Wait for the moment When time turns to fate With a soft bleeding hand Begging avenge his own hate; How monotonous wait seems, With its slow shallow curves It twists and it mangles Just as smooth mangled words... whisper.