Certainly not one of my better ones.

[paintedfish]

But it made me feel better to write.

 

 

 

Your playground is melting

Fine sand and coarse edges

A fire in your temples

And grass under your clouds.

 

Your motions are playing on pause

The color sliding down your spine

A needle chasing your threads

The bodies are piling up.

 

There's a flag through your heart now

Muscles gasping around mutilated scenes.

Mark another one for the ground

Claim another for the ashes.

 

The body count is rising

So pull your head out of the pool

Crack the ribs and find your place

Its just another stepping stone.

[waveseer]

That was a great poem! Self-censorship is the reason this forum doesn't hop, I am guilty of it myself.

[paintedfish]

Very true. People are more comfortable posting about their boyfriend's ED in the bedroom than their poetry. Very strange. I figure there isn't much harm in just putting it out there. No one knows me here anyway, and poetry is art, and meant to be shared (usually). Thanks : D

[LemonCheesecak]

Wowzers. That is all

[paintedfish]

: D You're too nice.

 

Im glad you're posting your stuff! I like. Keep it coming!

[LemonCheesecak]

: D You're too nice.

 

Im glad you're posting your stuff! I like. Keep it coming!

 

Ah there's plenty more to come, especially now coursework is out of the way.

 

You too, I love your imagery. You have a true gift.