Whispers among me

Member since 2004 · Posted 14 Sep 2008 · 2 comments

Whispers among me, my shaking arm stills Past aggressions I long to replace, For now my tears tip the edge of the scales Deciding on which cheek to pour upon. Just as my voice sings the songs of emotion, Something inside tells me to be open each day. Creating a sense of happy fright, exciting but dangerous. The Fire still kindles my toes just a bit, As I stand on my feet, and converse to the one that created me Time closes in, and I want to jump over the edge, But for now, All I can do is sit here and wait.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 16-Sep-08/3:15 PM Reply

How did you come up with the idea of putting a line break between "arm stills" and "Past aggressions"? Did you think: if I don't put a line break soon, the line will end up being longer than the other lines, and then my "poem" won't look like a poem at all. Hmm?

[9] Celticai 27-Sep-08/9:26 PM Reply

Celtic.. I really enjoyed your poem as it's resonance chimed a similar chord within me. "The Fire" kindling your toes... just a breath of life, heat, flame, desire...enough to keep you from jumping over the edge.