St. Valentines

by Kaylee   Jun 16, 2006


My hollow voice echoes in a chamber,
With closed doors stale words recirclate,
As little air resumes old blood flow,
Unable still to restart the failed,

My hands, though small, break,
A thread on which life does hang,
With ornaments missing from the tree,
And mistletoe crumbled in last years trash,

My calender crossed out February,
An unshaded box might remain,
Nothing pencil could not fix,
Sharpen the tip in which to send,
These dates into a lover's quarell,

An unsung voice writes our song,
In blackened ink upon pale paper,
Making me an unwanted watcher,
To tears which shed onto the ground,

Thud...
And my heart does beat?
With leaf crumbs between fingers,
Swallowed by an unfinished winter,
Misery I created on St. Valentines.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    So sad...but still.
    5/5
    ;(
    I my not be able to do all these poems today but I shall eventually.
    ~Emma

  • 17 years ago

    by Darien

    Beautiful poem. I really like the description you used, detailing every bit of this poem with some really strong adjectives. Really good stuff Kaylee!.. woo!

  • 17 years ago

    by tomuchhurt

    I really like this poem! it is really deep and i love it!
    come read some of mine! i suggest reading Saftey Pin....its a favorite of mine!!
    XOXOXOXOX
    Kamille

  • 17 years ago

    by Nada

    Deep words...good job

  • 17 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    Valentines Day is always a hard day for those of us who are relationshipless or who have a relationship we are trying to forget for one reason or another. It is not fun, and you captured the feeling well. It is not a good day in my book either. Keep tudging on love, it will get better.

    -Tainted

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