1.31.2011

my fingertips thaw out
painfully numb

jewels lit up
dimly
by the light of
my candle

i scratch at my skin
i tug at my sweater

im an image of who you want me to be.

no one ever let me screw up.

i'll keep my mouth shut
when you leave the door open
and welcome
the frigid draft
that reminds me

i am no where close
to freedom.

4 comments:

  1. hmmmm....maybe it's time....
    "no one ever let me screw up."

    you're closer to freedom than you are thinking.

    i like it. well thought.

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  2. Impressive. Kp writitng. tc.,

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  4. i am here after a long time., perhaps you wont remmeber. but i see your link in my blog which means we have met before here. :)

    about the poem.... strikingly different from the regular ones... though again, its been ages since i last read any. tc.

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