RELEASE OR RELOCK?

RELEASE OR RELOCK?

A Poem by rachel D

i'm slowly piecing this together, it's fragile where i step.

the sunset hits my eyes through the window as we're settling
i'm hoping the light will burn this virus up and out of me.
but all that i am taking in rolls back into my throat
these memories are demanding my attention.
i float above the scene's and this is how i see it
and this is how it tastes:
red
litters the sky
sweet
coffee, milk and foam to swallow
sunroof
the console holds four hands, four arms and two heads
apple
a drink you never thought you'd like

 

and all the sun has done was brand me deeper with it.
a hand rakes through my messy hair
stirring shivers on the inside
i am colder than i knew myself to be,
than i let myself believe.
now my veins begin to thaw

at home i keep a key tucked away in my pocket,
though on days when i'm shuffling underground,
i'm sure it is too shallow
to hold the blade which unlocks me.

 

i'm all through for now..........................

© 2011 rachel D


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Such flow and imagery well written for those who see a bit more into thoughts and words. A breath of thoughts and well penned...

Love and Thoughts,

Dostani

Posted 16 Years Ago


I could just read this over and over. Speaks in such a distant, soft and intriguing way. This song means a lot to me� and I like this very, very much.
xxK


Posted 16 Years Ago


This is one that again, I don't quite get, but it still has that Rachel D. quality, that sharp, stinging pain laced with beauty and rays of light. It seems hopeful in some ways. Love the last stanza in this.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 8, 2008
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rachel D
rachel D

"every wave is tidal, if you hang around, you're going to get wet", FL



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I am 28 years old- born and raised in the suburbs of detroit, Mi. i have a serious obsession with music- it runs in my blood. that said, you will always hear a song playing when you read somethin.. more..

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