Submissions by nessbloo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am the colourless rose. alchemy scrying: all matter burns. in this version, i will be final. up the arm and shoulder, crawling to belong. in the ink of a hamlet's dagger.
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2012 4:41am
15th Aug 2012 4:41am
i cry. nothing poetic.
the way you carry my name
makes me cry; i have nothing poetic
to speak, of, but i cry. ...
all my life....
i have worn thin
with veils and silk.skirts and chiffons,
trying to be this feminine thing.
but i am always blotted out.
living in my own glass interior.
my own half built body.
insubstantial as a mirage,
i tend to hover around beauty.
osmosis to a butterfly; ruing my hands.
they cannot make nor unmake the way i am.
they cannot feel or unfeel the way you are.
not enough.
...
makes me cry; i have nothing poetic
to speak, of, but i cry. ...
all my life....
i have worn thin
with veils and silk.skirts and chiffons,
trying to be this feminine thing.
but i am always blotted out.
living in my own glass interior.
my own half built body.
insubstantial as a mirage,
i tend to hover around beauty.
osmosis to a butterfly; ruing my hands.
they cannot make nor unmake the way i am.
they cannot feel or unfeel the way you are.
not enough.
...
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