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Never realized your lungs were a cannon Spittin’ words back in my mouth Keepin’ me tongue tied and twisted Never realized how the lead in my feet Kept me neck deep in your sorrow Never realized giving up Meant handing over my pride I gave it over willingly enough You kept its backbone And returned it So I ate it Tasted like envy and heartache Slithered like spaghetti into my gut Kept my voice breaking during songs of tomorrow And took out my knees on days I decided to run I found my voice Buried under the rocks that I threw at glass houses I ate that glass and the rocks Built boulders of bone Crushed from inside of myself Now My voice is made of scar tissue And my heart is made of rocks I got a train inside myself Hellbent on breakin’ daylight Whistle blowin' the sound of home I have seen Nights beggin' to break the sound of lonely Rustling in bed by myself And dreamt of days More meaningful than this one I’m done waiting for people to save me I’m done trying to keep a tune I am done eating my glass houses And picking up the pieces when I'm through
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Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC
Where I Found My Voice
Never realized your lungs were a cannon Spittin’ words back in my mouth Keepin’ me tongue tied and twisted Never realized how the lead in my feet Kept me neck deep in your sorrow Never realized giving up Meant handing over my pride I gave it over willingly enough You kept its backbone And returned it So I ate it Tasted like envy and heartache Slithered like spaghetti into my gut Kept my voice breaking during songs of tomorrow And took out my knees on days I decided to run I found my voice Buried under the rocks that I threw at glass houses I ate that glass and the rocks Built boulders of bone Crushed from inside of myself Now My voice is made of scar tissue And my heart is made of rocks I got a train inside myself Hellbent on breakin’ daylight Whistle blowin' the sound of home I have seen Nights beggin' to break the sound of lonely Rustling in bed by myself And dreamt of days More meaningful than this one I’m done waiting for people to save me I’m done trying to keep a tune I am done eating my glass houses And picking up the pieces when I'm through
jon-tobias
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Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC
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