This is a poem with a slightly melancholy flavour about the pain of heartbreak
My heart is in the Marianas Trench
Splintered, cracking, termite-infested
Carried by treachery and hope.
Human connection binding,
My head completely bowed with desire's spell
And I cannot break free
From immortal longings,
I cannot wrest the hours
out of fingers plucking at strings
I am merely a spectator
watching with breath baited
for outcomes shattering,
Waiting for time to freeze
just a moment, just enough
For my soul to tear away.
So now as I feel
my chest hardening I do not see
Parasitic activity, ignore invaders
Feeding on fibres of my being
drifting in the sea of blood
pulsing through veins blue,
Cold as the water lapping at my heels,
igniting a snowstorm and
Turning me to ash
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 09:28
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Wooden Heart
"Love is fire. But whether it's gonna warm your heart or burn your house down you can never tell"- Jason JordanMy heart is in the Marianas Trench
Splintered, cracking, termite-infested
Carried by treachery and hope.
Human connection binding,
My head completely bowed with desire's spell
And I cannot break free
From immortal longings,
I cannot wrest the hours
out of fingers plucking at strings
I am merely a spectator
watching with breath baited
for outcomes shattering,
Waiting for time to freeze
just a moment, just enough
For my soul to tear away.
So now as I feel
my chest hardening I do not see
Parasitic activity, ignore invaders
Feeding on fibres of my being
drifting in the sea of blood
pulsing through veins blue,
Cold as the water lapping at my heels,
igniting a snowstorm and
Turning me to ash
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 793 times
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 09:28
Tags Heartbreak 
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