Tags: poetry

Recital

Trails I've Walked

Trials are blocks that build me up,
squares on a quilt that is my life.
They are memories of vodka slumbers,
nameless faces and hands that weren't mine,
ghosts of needs I never wanted,
and empty silence fueled by time.

Trials are trails I wandered down,
the walks that have brought me here.
Though my scars are vivid still,
I know the walk is worth the tears.

This is my entry for Second Chance Idol over at [Unknown LJ tag]

I've spent two hours on the phone with Suddenlink Cable trying to sort out my internet woes. Finally, I walked across the street to my boyfriend's house to post this. His internet didn't work either, so I'm hunched next to the window pirating the neighbor's. Mercy...I cry mercy...
Recital

Brigets_flame, Week 2, Flat

Flat

 

I was all curves,

Tangled in darkness,

Hands groping for what I wanted,

But will never have,

Not with you.

 

You left me broken, open, raw,

And I sleep alone in a bed

Full of promises no one could keep.

 I loved with all I had,

Giving what you could not need,

Needing what you could not give.

 

In the lonely silence,

The curves are gone,

And now, I am flat.

**This is late due to shotty internet access. I am always thwarted in these contest by the horrid connection my university makes available.
Recital

The Drum, Brigits_Flame Week 1

The Drum

Since I could speak,
I lived inside the drum.
The beat of expectations pounded
in my brain,
through my blood,
to my heart.
Be brave,
be bright,
be beautiful.

For the sake of love,
I lived inside the drum.
The beat of standards sounded
in my glass,
through my scars,
to my bed.
Be sweet,
be small,
be silent.

After twenty years,
I left the drum behind.
My new rhythm resounding
in my eyes,
Through my smile,
To my words.
Be bold,
be strong,
be free.

ETA: This is my entry for week 1 of the contest over at brigits_flame It's a community only vote, but feel free to join! There's a new contest every month, as well as editing opportunities, and a chance to read some really neat writing. Spread the word!