March 29, 2004

  • this new skin unnerves me -
        this new face that i turn to the sun - devoid
    of the need that has driven me -
        it is disturbing and i am still cautiously
    stilling into its descent
        i do not know if finding that i am enough will calm
    the storm of wariness that has taken
        the well worn warmth of inadequacy.

    so now -
        these quiet wings take you over - these times of softness and regret - to see beneath the hard casing that surrounds - the eyes that ache - the tears that brim - it all seems to fall apart at the seams if someone does not hold fast.

    crimson seas - dark maroon eddies of blood too quickly dried -

    totem lies for spiritual growth - hastily thrown up idols to save us from these craven desires - leather tied bruises blacken perfect flesh -

    do you burn as brightly as i do -

    flames lick touch smolder in their caress - blue heated threats beat strong in the chest of any hot blooded pyro -

    the knife's edge is a dangerous place
    to walk
        a dangerous place to tread
    a crazy place to stay.

Comments (10)

  •   i do not know if finding that i am enough will calm
    the storm of wariness that has taken
        the well worn warmth of inadequacy.

    I know EXACTLY what you are talking about.  And when you figure out the answer, I'd like to know it....  :-/

  • share that answer with me too... then write a book. I'd buy several copies you know. *hugs*

    ='.'=

  • nicely said

  • Your poetry is very beautiful

  • awesome!

  • 'do you burn as brightly as i do'... seems we all burn.

  • Write some more of it please.

  • Sarah most certainly hops she is coming to Bahstan again!

    Am beginning to encounter a bit of visa difficulty thought, am having trouble proving I have a course to come back to over here, but fingers crossed,

    Damn visa people, getting my hopes up, then coming back to me this morning, to say, 'well, actually, maybe you won't be able to get a visa after all'.....gggrrrr, if i can't come for the whole summer, will probably come for a little holiday though!

  • Love your work!

  • This'd be better sang than recited. Agree? Let's collaborate on an epic we never finish. It's the classiest thing a writer can do. 

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