canvas for life

December 22, 2009
By AnnieRachel SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
AnnieRachel SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
6 articles 2 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"everything was beautiful and nothing hurt."

i'm only ever bones, covered by a canvas of skin,
stretched tautly over the secrets that i keep within my palms and the soles of my feet;
because i'm endlessly a canvas for life, for blood, for a pulse

my heartbeat whispers stories to my veins,
each vein distributes truth in an even portion throughout my body
my limbs stretch out, famished; hungry for blood, for stories, for whispers

my lips are dry and crackly like an amber leaf in autumn
they long to tell you what you already know, but haven't heard
they crack and bleed as they crave an ability to speak these tangled thoughts
crimson blood dries, only to form an aching linear scab on my throbbing lower lip

my fingers are shaking lightly as I rest my hand on the desk
fingernails chipped and cuticles ripped, these hands are my instruments
my thoughts flow through my fingertips like blood through my veins
I lay them down upon the page, watching as they turn into something beautiful

I hope one day you'll read these words, whether aloud or alone,
your rosy lips would form each word that I meticulously placed upon paper
your voice would speak things differently, a different inflection placed upon each word

I hope that you smile when you read these words,
these tangled thoughts and hopeful sentences,
the sort of smile that releases the gleaming within your eyes're beautiful when you smile.

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This article has 3 comments.

on Jan. 27 2010 at 7:32 pm
I love the imagery, the heartbeat whispering to the veins, and veins distributing truth, and then the twist as the poem speaks to elicit a smile

Its beautiful

on Jan. 25 2010 at 6:51 pm
stirring imagery i like it

Ruth said...
on Jan. 24 2010 at 10:35 pm
This poem is so beautiful and moving

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