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hanging on your words

Miriam — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:07:52 +0000

dangling by a thread
words tumbling off the edge of
the blank autumn sky

Learning to walk

Miriam — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 06:33:39 +0000

I walked until my feet bled
On a path I scarcely saw
Lush grasses waved in winds cool
Their rustle driving me mad.
I had run before walking
But I tired, flagged and stumbled.

So I walked and walked and walked
Seeing no stone I trod on.
I walked until my feet bled
And then I fell.

I saw the stones.
They were all I could see.
I knew each as it dug
Into my cheek, my arms, my chest
I finally felt my bleeding feet.

My knees scraped across the path.
I crawled, as one must
Before walking. But,
I am not a child;
I am grown.
I will stand and stop
My now bleeding hands
From shaking.
The grass soothes,
The direction unknown.

I’ll learn to walk again
Before running.

We share silence now

JessAnn — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 07:37:36 +0000

It’s funny how we don’t talk.
We used to talk all the time.
Together, over the months and years,
We shared joy and laughter,
We shared pain and sorrow.

Now, only silence sits with us,
And not the comfortable one,
At least not on my end.
Making the space between us
Seem like hundreds of miles.

It’s not that we went separate ways.
We still do the exact same things,
Just not with each other,
Just not anymore.

We once considered each other family.
Once we even joked that we married.
Where there was one of us,
The other was never far behind.

Now, you sit in your room
Watching that stupid television show.
Now, I sit in the living room
Playing that stupid video game.

Our paths once ran together,
Like two pieces of a different puzzle,
Fitting together in perfect harmony.
Now, the edges of each piece are seen,
Messily overlapping one another.

It’s sad that we don’t talk, really.
When you think about it enough.
Once we called each other
Friend, Sister, and Wife
Now, we don’t call each other,
Knowing only silence will answer.

I don’t take it personally

verble — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 06:44:23 +0000

Loved in life, upon

Death extirpated.

Boil the sheets, burn the

Clothing or give it

To the poor, who will

Forgive the tinge of

Death’s murky perfume.

Formerly embraced,

Once I was gone they

Needed protection.

They needed a wall,

An edge between worlds

Already remote.

The Edge of Disaster

cmckoy — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 00:25:22 +0000

I unwillingly walk along it
always teetering on the brink
No matter how I try to avoid it
It’s almost as if it thinks
trying to claim and own me
I refuse to give in
It wants my sanity fo flee
so that disaster can win
I am too stubborn to fall
too prideful to lose
I hear my Savior call
His path I will always choose
Even on the edge of disaster
to Him I belong
No matter the chaos that surrounds me
My Master
will never let me fall

Headwinds Edge

headwinds — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 00:23:04 +0000

I’ve been here before

drinking coffee the color of nicotine stains

Staring outward on a sea of lights

shape of a twisted heart

Weakly twinkling on the rise and the fall

of ancient ashen gneiss

Worn down to the curves

rising and falling

I sit, fingering the broken stone

Waiting for that click click clack

as it hits the valley floor

Waiting for the cold to break my bones

To slump into the river

and reach somewhere far from home