Opportunity For Sadness

[Laura]

i am balancing on the bridges of libra
focusing my pain to squeeze out any remains of
feelings
crowding my head with its lovely thoughts
and prettying my face with wreaths of roses

dive into thorns,
i'm wishing to.

hand me down a thrift store angel
that has been used and torn in places
one could never plan to be
i will paste these holes in her broken wings
i will glue them back together and speed on down

that highway will become unpaved
and i will dig my grave there.

peel the skin off of my feet and i will walk on coals
burn the flesh and singe the blood
it will stick to your fingers like honey
i will glaze you over, if you wish
if you let me

kiss a lip that's blistered,
i'm hoping to.

do you know i'm fainting under a colourless sky
bringing demons to life
hitting the road
feverishly infecting the uninfected
these wounds will become your burden

pleases getting nowhere
i will run upside down until my life falls out

and i'm balancing my pain with sorrow
my feet with hands
and i am reaching to you and no one picks up
ringing on end to tell you

these tears of mine will blow your sadness right out of the water.

[Sharon]

[glow=purple,2,300]the story in this piece is not OBVIOUS, many people could interpret this poem in different ways. very nicely done sweetpearl. i love the visionary great job with that. [/glow]

[allmeheart]

a memorable last line, that subject of the poem paints a picture alone but when put w/ the imagery you've included it creates a masterpiece

[Laura]

I hope this means something different ... or you can draw your own conclusions to this.

The "memorable last line" was actually why I wrote the rest of the poem.

[Only Me]

I love this part "hand me down a thrift store angel
that has been used and torn in places
one could never plan to be
i will paste these holes in her broken wings
i will glue them back together and speed on down"