Know when there are things worth waiting for.

Know when you're pursuing a lost cause.

Please, know the difference.


Eyes Rusted Shut.

I think your eyes have rusted shut.

Your face is corroded with the hours past
And you are rendered unrecognizable

If you had not carved her name on your arm
I would not know your moss-covered lips
From any other lover's

As it was--
She left you frozen in the dark
To chisel your features out of marble

And you are alone.

There is a muted, monotonous ticking
That might be your ruined heart's frantic beating...

But I know it as the seconds you count
Waiting on forever




Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-08-09 at 18:21

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SlipThruCracks
For some reason I thought of the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. What with the rusty heart and etc.

[That movie always scared the bejesus out of me. Bejesus is an odd word.]

Then I thought of my friend who used to carve things into his arms for real. But, come to think of it, they were never names ... they were things like smiley faces.

[My friend was not as cheerful as his arm propaganda liked to imply. Nor was he really my friend. But I left that part out for ease of telling the story.]

Then, I thought of ...

Current events.

Then I thought of some kind of horrible, nightmareish combination of all three rolled up together. [Like a joint, but not nearly as pleasant.]

Then I had a heart attack and died.

But now I am alive to say that this was very good.

<3
2005-08-10


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
alone, alone, only the ticking of the past echoing in the mind - a good poem this, calm observation.
2005-08-09