like running when everything needs to be a distant blur


Don't Say a Word

"All true language is incomprehensible, Like the chatter of a beggar's teeth"- Antonin Artaud

Piercing straight through me like a laser beam
Green with power, with fury burning through
Cuts me to the core, a chainsaw blinding
My voicebox is shredded, I'm hoarse with fear
Water runs over me, a pooling stream
Washing me clean, putting feelings askew
Roads bend along ahead, winding, winding
Silhouettes against a wall, distant, near
Sour milk gathering beneath the cream
And my tongue curls red, morphing into blue
Realising I don't like what I'm finding
Frantically keeping this ferris wheel clear
Be silent, don't make a sound, this will end
I won't leave your side, my saviour, my friend




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 00:42

Tags Confusion  Pain  Future 

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Zachary P. B.
i liked the quote that you put, it went along nicely...

when we feel so much and think so much, it's bound to get confused on our tongues or on the page.

and isn't gibberish easier to understand than lies and hypocrisy?

wondrous write here,
z
2006-08-27


lily vitoria
I'm new to this site and have only read few, but what you have written has really made me think. I had to read over quite a few times and honestly I liked what i read. Keep it up!!!
2006-08-24


keith nunes
tremendous, full of life
2006-08-24