Apr 17, 2008

Splintered

i gave you my words
when i had nothing tangible
left a poem in your palm
with pretty pieces of me
that slipped down your fingers
into street drains
to flow with filth.

who am i to bleed over lost
words lost pieces
of me?

i know nothing
hold nothing
only broken shards of metal
and mangled reflections of self,
my words hollow
this poem a fragment of
emptiness,
i splinter infinitely.

4 Comments:

Blogger Jamilah Malika said...

you're breaking my heart...
how intimately tragic,
how painful and truthful,

leaves me with an impression of aloof regret? blasé broken heart?
blameless blame?

i don't think you're pining any more...

3:53 PM  
Blogger parami10 said...

feelin' ya. love.

2:42 AM  
Anonymous dara said...

hey lady,
i tagged you for a meme. hope you're up for it!

and...

your poem is sad, but beautiful.

11:17 AM  
Blogger Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

u write very well hon, keep it up

3:10 AM  

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