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Sign Your Name on My Skin
Sometimes I cannot keep part of me
from asking the stars
where comfort can be found
without weaving the desperation
I feel under my skin
into a rope
that wraps around my tears of sadness.
I am left watching hours
take in the days
and never quite understanding how laughter
can tell someone to call out to the sky
then break and run
on the legs
of sheer madness.
My skies shouldn't tell me to get lost
inside of all I know
when I long to create an ocean of language
we both can plainly speak
without ever feeling any pressure.
When tomorrow rings in the beginning
of what lies under all that I know to be
held in a distant place,
draped in shimmering hope ,
shall I watch you
write your name on my skin
while I cry out in pleasure?
I never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies
where one has to work
in the shadows of forgetfulness
inside of a life with a smile that fades
as I regain my sanity.
The truth can be grown in silence
then burn brightly
as part of nothing and still lie beyond
that which soothes our hands
when they tremble
because we can smell the crow
we have to eat so humbly.
Listen to the lines you missed
when you stepped
into the shoes of a man
who no longer relied
on all of his senses
when you began your journey of echoes
where stars once danced.
Do you remember empty promises
as they run through the days
silent..........
even though you sing?
Take a chance and lose your mind
when you find there is no way out,
as you rush to remind your tears,
of how they sting.
from asking the stars
where comfort can be found
without weaving the desperation
I feel under my skin
into a rope
that wraps around my tears of sadness.
I am left watching hours
take in the days
and never quite understanding how laughter
can tell someone to call out to the sky
then break and run
on the legs
of sheer madness.
My skies shouldn't tell me to get lost
inside of all I know
when I long to create an ocean of language
we both can plainly speak
without ever feeling any pressure.
When tomorrow rings in the beginning
of what lies under all that I know to be
held in a distant place,
draped in shimmering hope ,
shall I watch you
write your name on my skin
while I cry out in pleasure?
I never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies
where one has to work
in the shadows of forgetfulness
inside of a life with a smile that fades
as I regain my sanity.
The truth can be grown in silence
then burn brightly
as part of nothing and still lie beyond
that which soothes our hands
when they tremble
because we can smell the crow
we have to eat so humbly.
Listen to the lines you missed
when you stepped
into the shoes of a man
who no longer relied
on all of his senses
when you began your journey of echoes
where stars once danced.
Do you remember empty promises
as they run through the days
silent..........
even though you sing?
Take a chance and lose your mind
when you find there is no way out,
as you rush to remind your tears,
of how they sting.
So much pain in these lines, yet beautifully spoken.....always amazing poetry here Neva! :-)
ReplyDeleteYou know I love this! Just gorgeous writing!
ReplyDeletei never asked for a garden of lies....that stanza is tight, really like it...you def carved the emotions in this one...
ReplyDeleteOh Neva, now this scars deep and tattoo's my heart in your silken ink... bravo my dear bravo
ReplyDeleteThank you A. you have been a fantastic mentor
DeleteNeva, beautiful write again.
ReplyDelete"comfort can be found without weaving the desperation - I feel under my skin - into a rope - that wraps around my tears of sadness"
Really nice.
excellent as always my dearest Neva xox
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and heartfelt!
ReplyDeletea beautiful, emotional write! Excellent!
ReplyDeletePerhaps it is the humble eating of the crow that showed me the lines I missed along the way...
ReplyDeleteLovely as always, Neva. I really like this "without weaving the desperation
ReplyDeleteI feel under my skin
into a rope".
And the picture is magnificent as well.
I see sadness here, I presume intended.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry flows well; the river of feelings line by line edging towards the sea.
Just passing thru, hope you don't mind.
Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteThis is almost heartbreaking. Love can and does send us into madness at times, doesn't it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery and, thanks for the visit.
Too much emotional! I appreciate your work!
ReplyDeletethank you neva i hope you have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteA writing sorrowful progression
ReplyDeletemany things unwritten left as well
nice to see you wondered how you were Neva
The pain is unbearable. Another heartfelt piece Neva.
ReplyDeletethis is so deep and beautiful.love u.....
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