Writes from the heart

One Way Letters

Speech.
2 way
communication that
consists of
A speaker(myself for once)
And the listener (i guess that must be
you, as I hear no words from your
end of the line.)
I talk and talk
and scream and sigh
and call and cry
and search to seek
To find the answer
As to why (oh why)
my, my, my, my....
letters, my phone calls,
my ever growing poetry....

Go unanswered.

I haven't written poetry that rhymes in so long....so I don't really know where this cam from xD

Walls have ears
but they not need speak
To share the words
that creep, that creep,
and weave through staircases
slither down halls
"Come listen! Come listen!
Away!! They call!!"

They think I lie
They think can't hear
How can they know me
as I disappear
From the sight and sound
that they've 'banished' me from
It tough, I know
but it's what she's become.

xx

New Year's Resolution - A poem a week =) At least!!

She'd cast her wave to the sea
It was dark, but the end of the chapter
was caught by the moon
And melted through into the
emerald phosphorescence of the tide....

But like the tide
deep black pages of a written past
floated
back to the forefront of reversed sight.

Gravity turned the moon
and withdrew its light.

She didn't want to read again
She knew the ending,
of how salt of the wound
hurts
as her music box heart is healed by the ocean.

The tide came closer until
it adorned the shore with the paper-
thin leaves of the written heart.
Jealous for the heat of the sand over
sand with its shell so calm.
So protected.
So beautiful.
(It was bound to want what it cannot have -
you loose what you are unable to hold onto)

A reminder? A regret? Does the writer wish for a different ending?
(Only one to blame for that - She's sure)

She runs, though sad,
the final chapter was meant to be.
It was right.
Against her wishes, curiosity turns to the moon....

Who questions....
What am I to think?

Once again, it is effaced from her mind.

Until fate has the tide crawl in again.



xxxx