Category: Writers Block
Someone asked me to write this-- gave me a topic and told me to have at it. He also wanted his name in here, well it's here, you just have to be observant enough to find it.
Nothing Else MATTERS
A rainbow of teardrops is captured in the glass.
A lifetime of memories lies between my hands.
But in the shadows there is no light,
but in the mist there is no Sun
and without warmth the heart grows cold,
the corpse of something once bright.
I turn it over one times three
to try to find my sanity.
I toss it high and with a sigh,
catch it once again.
Lies and secrets planted firm,
harshest lessons of love well learned.
No more light to blind me.
Every beam is dead.
Melting into one single light,
your memory is lost to me.
All my wounds turn into rage
lining my vision in a scarlet haze.
The glass so thin with fragile beauty
cracks under my insistent hand.
Shards of pain pierce my flesh,
imbedding themselves into my fingers.
No more heart to shatter,
every shard now stained.
My mind is set and my fingers close
on what once was my world.
Ashes cold and ashes dead,
voices chant inside my head.
Blood and glass,
light and tears,
all glitter as one in my broken palm.
Wednesday March 14, 2007
nice, and i know who it's about. *pokes tongue out...and it's not me
You are awesome. I love this one, too. Only, it's "embedded", not "imbedded". Sorry, just had to nitpick. :P Seriously, another great job.
nice
blame my spell checker, not me
Yeh yeh, right. <lol>
Good poem as usual, and I don't have a clue.
Bob
Think acrostic poetry...
Ooooh, a bit painful.
Cala, Once more this is awesome, thank you for sharing.