Tearless

Tearless

A Poem by beautifulblade
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personal poem

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I sit within pages,
reading lies between lines 
and listening to the lives
that the words display
before me.

Remember the days of better times, 
living one moment just because
and laughing out loud without
abbreviations. 

We pocket memories that won't last
unless they are scarred upon 
the innermost corners of ourselves. 

Speaking of scars...

I've lost count of mine. 
At times they still hurt, 
like a phantom limb that isn't
there but the brain still wants
to see. There is no logic
that keeps me trapped
inside my story, 
running through 
forgotten chapters 
with bold headings
and cliff-hanger endings
but that continue to 
bleed until the end
is written on the last 
piece of paper.

I suffer heartache 
like a common cold,
over and over 
until my nose runs 
and my eyes are puffy
and I can no longer cry. 

Perhaps if I cried again,
just one more time,
I could heal. 

I could sew up these open wounds
that I won't let anyone see, 
and turn them into scars that 
I am no longer ashamed of...

... but even as I write and read,
even as my voice cracks 
and my jaw trembles... 

there are no tears.

So instead, 
I will draw out my emotions
with a keyboard, 
type them up with a string
of words put together
to form a thought 
that I didn't know I had. 

I will place band-aids
with my fingertips, 
glue my soul 
with letters
and prose 
until I am out of breath 
from my poetry. 

I'll be chained to a part of me
that no one ever sees
but that they only ever feel
because my sentences
hit home harder than
any hug ever could. 

I sit between the pages 
of my life, 
breathe pieces of myself
into the lies that I speak 
and the truth that I type.

The only question is...

who will care enough 
to find the difference?

© 2015 beautifulblade


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Pardon my language, but F***!! You literally just blew my mind. Your words with their emotion. With their passion. With the feeling. So incredible I clung to each word as if clinging to a raft in open water. Maybe your title can be something simple like: No Tears or Read Between The Lines, something like that? Just a suggestion! Thank you for sharing

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Pardon my language, but F***!! You literally just blew my mind. Your words with their emotion. With their passion. With the feeling. So incredible I clung to each word as if clinging to a raft in open water. Maybe your title can be something simple like: No Tears or Read Between The Lines, something like that? Just a suggestion! Thank you for sharing

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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My name is Mariah Lichty. I'm 20 years old and have been writing for around six years. more..

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