Time drifts us further away~

by Janice   Dec 3, 2005


Something inside
This cold body of mine
Tells me
You'll find me one day.
And when this feeling
Emerges
And I think of you,
My body
My heart
Melt away in warmth
From you body
As you hold me
With your firm,
But gentle grip.
It's as if you're really here.

I feel you
So close to me
I swear
I can hear you slow
Paced breaths echo
Around me
As you close in;
Everything inside me
Lets go
And I become
A helpless fall
In your arms,
With eyes closed
Just to wake up
And find myself
On the floor
Of my room.

And when I realize
That it wasn't real
I begin to cry
Knowing
I've just punched myself
In the stomach
Thinking I'll remain like this forever.

The sadness
Linger on forever
While the moments
When I swear
You're finally here
Are gone
In a beat of a heart,
The blinking of an eye
And the thought of you
Finding me
Shatter again;
Becoming cold to the bone
I curl in my own lunacy.

I am alone once more...

-xoxo Janice Zamora (Kitty)

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  • 19 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I think I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real you’ll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotion’s. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

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