Friday, February 25, 2011

--tainted--

Pantoum: The Tainted Balcony



The wind nipped at my unclothed skin

Shivers like scales bleed over my arms and the back of my neck

Sitting on the balcony that isn’t really a balcony at all

My own space, just for thinking- remembering


Shivers like scales bleed over my arms and the back of my neck

The one place I know they can’t find me- truly alone here

My own space, just for thinking- remembering

And I begin to ask myself how this moment came to be


The one place I know they can’t find me- truly alone here

The brick wall behind me becomes a punching bag

And I begin to ask myself how this moment came to be

Knuckles bleeding- felt numb for a moment, but it passed


The brick wall behind me becomes a punching bag

Collapse and look up- realize you’re damaged, tainted

Knuckles bleeding- felt numb for a moment, but it passed

Sitting on the balcony that isn’t really a balcony at all


-beautifully broken

Thursday, February 24, 2011

--Hammer--

Pantoum: Like A Hammer


The first strokes were slow, methodical, deep.

But the pain didn’t go away, so I started again.

These strokes are quicker, longer. It hurts less but there is more reward.

Again and Again, if only to inhale and exhale one true breath



The pain didn’t go away, so I started again.

Hold it like a hammer- you’ll get a better swing.

Again and Again, if only to inhale and exhale one true breath

Just want it to stop, but this is a dance of either-or.



Hold it like a hammer- you’ll get a better swing.

Lift up, press down, and repeat repeat.

Just want it to stop, but this is a dance of either-or,

So keep going until the music is over, don’t you dare miss a beat.



Lift up, press down, and repeat repeat.

It’s beautiful- but I’m not finished.

The first strokes were slow, methodical, deep

These strokes are quicker, longer. It hurts less but there is more reward.



-Beautifully Broken