When you know something is wrong... and the end is near... and you just can't bear to hear it, or admit it...


Don't Say It



Lips that make sounds
Make little impression
Always battering together
With no real purpose or meaning
A lift of a chin, or a tear in the eye...
Give much more than words
That hastily chew through logic
Let's not talk tonight...

I see the furrow in your brow
You see the lines on my face
Feet shuffle uncomfortably
And glances dodge to the side
A pained twist of your mouth
Both in a mood to burn bridges...
Best you go, before I explode
And let's not talk tonight







Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-09-14 at 10:53

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Brian Oarr
This is good stuff, Rache. You've begun to write with power again.

I've been to the precipice you fahsion with your words, where any reality would be preferred to the present moment, but time slows to a crawl and breathing becomes a ponderous chore ... and inside your heart is fracturing like a Faberge egg.

Brian
2010-09-15


Brian Oarr
This is good stuff, Rache. You've begun to write with power again.

I've been to the precipice you fahsion with your words, where any reality would be preferred to the present moment, but time slows to a crawl and breathing becomes a ponderous chore ... and inside your heart is fracturing like a Faberge egg.

Brian
2010-09-15


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I love Nicks comment - precarious equilibrium.

Sometimes much is said in the words unspoken - a poem I can relate to a lot - I think many of us can, which makes it good but still hurts :-) Thank you

Elle x
2010-09-14


NicholasG
The denial of approaching emotional apocalypse has become an art form, and is liable to become an industry! A special friend and I came to the conclusion that we seek precarious equilibrium :-)
Nick.
2010-09-14