3

By
More by this author
All we are may just be skin.
For all we know there's naught within,
Except for tears and beating hearts,
As they are proven, public parts.

We live and give; we also take.
There's love we feel, there's love we make.
The tears fall freely from your eyes...
Feigned smiles make up your diguise.

Hurt. Grin. Pulses beat.
Trip and stumble: my two feet.
Tattooed, stained. Do not forget.
The memories remain unmet.

Dissatisfied... excess desire.
Impersonal. Internal fire.
And building walls is overdone,
Block by brick, remove the sun.
Bear it. Bare it. Free it all.
Let it go - enjoy the fall.
Thunder, lightning; what's in store?
Taste the rain, renew your core.





Join the Discussion

This article has 2 comments. Post your own now!

Meredith M. said...
Aug. 19, 2009 at 2:16 pm
Thanks again Jennax3!
 
Jennax3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 19, 2009 at 4:41 am
Whoa, nice job here. I'm loving the rhyme :)
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback