Realised

by Krete   Feb 21, 2006


Its always hard to talk about,
the rupture from within.
A clear liquid misery,
pouring forth, dripping thin.

It trickles every day,
like a lapsing puddle.
Ripples continue on,
bursting through the funnel.

I have to wear this blazer,
a smoke jacket type.
It blends me in the crowd,
hides me from the hype.

All the phones,
iPODS, beepers,
every tool steers,
them ever deeper.

Deeper on the tracks they go,
toward the stop on misery.
Its a clashing resort woe,
never found glistening.

The origins make me cry,
never failing to miss,
these dismal no class tears,
just continue on to hiss.

I'm sweating out my message,
my breathing lingers on.
The heartbeat stampedes,
as I've lost my song.

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  • 18 years ago

    by disquiet thoughts

    Hey, this is great. i love the last stanza especially :D

  • 18 years ago

    by AnAstAciA

    Love it....its sad but i love it...keep writing...i love reading your poems:)
    gread work:) 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Thank you, thank you, thank you! =] Your comment has helped me a lot... and after the day I just had, I needed that. Thank you once again!

  • 18 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    This one is very, very good. I was so excited to see you had posted another. :]

    Thank you for your comment. I wanted that piece to be so much better... to reflect the way I've been feeling a little bit more, but those few lines were all I could manage.

    My life is falling apart and I suppose I'm lost for words. I only wish I could write about the pain I feel inside. Sometimes I wonder what I'd write if I had your talent to speak my mind and heart. But, I guess, everyone has their own talents.

    Great job. Excuse my ramblings. :]

  • 18 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    Very lovely my dear.... so sad yet so lovely...
    always,
    -A

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