Emoting is dangerous.
It brings attention.
An open sore
uncontrolably oozing
sorrow
anger
joy.
Soaking the bandages,
making arms heavy.
movement restricted
face streaked with tears
or scarred with smile.
When the feelings cut
and the sores burst open,
just wipe off the blood
as if it never happened.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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3 comments:
Wearing yoru heart on your sleeve. I kind of ran out of juice half way through.
I liked where this one was going as the first stanza is excellent. I like how the line breaks here (as in most of your poems) create the pause rather than punctuation. The last two lines confuse me a little though because a person who wears his heart on his sleeve wouldn't be able to so easily wipe away the pain. It would be entirely visible and difficult to escape. Am I missing something here?
The idea is that this is something that someone who wears their heart on their sleeve should do. I think that originally I had written it a little more clearly. I need to edit it so it makes more sense.
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