My Skin is Pale

I feel the tears and they come easy

Down the slope of my cheek, into my mouth,

and over my collarbone;

                              my skin is pale.

I cannot put thought to tears, one to the other,

they scramble upon each other and overtake me;

They overtake my stripped and fragile body,

they overtake my tiny self.

My heart beats within my ribs,

only my heart and nothing else,

what was desperation is now desolation,

deathly,

not swarming through my body, but

                              pooling in my heart.

A thousand armies, a thousand cougars,

earthquakes and bombs,

Taliban, tsunami, death,

they could not move me, nothing matters.

Lifelessness is all I know.

I would move

only if you gave me the stars.

Author's Note

Compilation of various pieces of poetry that I've written when hurt and crying. Some pieces of this are ancient, some just a couple days old.

Reviews

[Art]

Very nice...your thoughts are those where one can feel and sense those moments of despair where not even an explosion could move the very heart that seeks to be...loved, held, noticed and yes it takes the stars to motivate one who yearns ...

nice...

[sammyj]

I like this alot!

[Ramiz Ilham Khan]

"Lifelessness is all I know" - O' this is so brave. Great work.

[GunMetal]

Such a maelstrom of emotions within so few verses. I love how you compiled this together, even though it wasn't written as one fluid thought, it comes together as a complex tapestry of your feelings over time. Great work.

[Dawn Jones]

Brava`!

I love your vocabulary.
Everything in this poem is everything in my heart, only my heart has ceased to beat. You're a very good poet.

A compilation eh?
Sometimes when I write my best work it is in seperate pieces. I wrote a poem called 'Into the Never', my title poem, from the middle and end out. Just a bunch of haphazard notes all over the place that didn't mean anything till one day they all just clicked. Sometimes that's just how it works.

[Mr Whiskers]

I like the whole piece, but in particular the lines :"deathly,
not swarming through my body, but
pooling in my heart."
I have felt that as emotion and image, and those words are perfect. They will stick in my head, I'm sure of it. ..."only if you gave me the stars"...wonderful. :)

[Senseless whatever]

Fabulous write. The poems all flow together nicely. Depression, sadness, being alone waiting/wanting that someone to move you, described perfectly.

[Mark]

a thousand cougars is a big deal.

[Mark]

I can relate. You capture this so well.

[lamia]

this is a very good idea , and it turned out very good , keep writing cece !!