Wednesday, 27 June 2007
09:01:38 PM (GMT)
Ui ui! Michi-chan's first attempt for a poem. I'm just spilling my guts here, taking
everything I felt when I was teased and hurt for my heritage, which is Japanese. I
don't have a title for it yet...
Voices slur into distant moans,
The corners of the universe lift,
Light taps of fingers are numb and unheard,
But it's still there, that cracking heart.
At first, a knuckle is knocked into the glass until the cooked line follows,
Face is still uplighted, though.
The crack is prodded with several fingertips, experimenting.
A piece falls through and the voices gasp, eyes wide and observing.
And it's getting a little hard to breathe.
It is when the glass carved as a heart is gently cracked down the middle,
Eyes burn like icy fire
And throat closes up in attempt to stop the hysterical hiccups
It's hard to stand
When shoulders are caved in and fists try to pour the tears back in
And knees wobble and strain to remain straight
And it always hurts the most when you
Finger the shape of my eyes- thin ovals with a pinch of dark brown in the middle
And try to stop the tears.
Rake scarred hands through my hair, silky and straight
Like yours will never be- thick and and strong.
And it's hard for you, I know
To try and unlock my jaw so I can breathe again.
Will they stop laughing ever?
Venomous, high voices, shrilled and ruffled with hurt.
And I can't help it if I look this way, am this way.
I will survive, I will,
But not very well.
Oi! I would really mean alot to me if you commented on it. It's my very first...
[insert watering anime eyes and trembling hands here]