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"Through a foggy window in the rain ― When you thought no one was watching ― Going through your memories like so many prisons to …
New Brunswick, Canada
I am addicted to words...the ebb and flow...transition of heart and soul to paper... I can be found on VerseWrights as myself:)
Poems
Ariane
Aug 2013
I want to trace the veins on your arms.
A map of where life goes on.
I want to trace the lashes against your cheeks.
Little fluttering (butterfly) wings on your face.
I want to trace your lips.
The softness I want to feel with my own.
I want to trace your cheeks.
Rub away the tears that have fell against it.
I want to trace your eyelids.
To feel the barrier, the beauty of your spirit hides behind.
I want to trace the prominence of your jaw.
That gives shape to your beautiful face.
I want to trace your shoulders.
Where the world sits upon.
I want to trace your fingers and the spaces in between them.
Interlock them with my own.
I want to trace the longness of your throat.
The beauty of a voice from where it erupts.
I want to trace the wideness of your chest.
To feel the beat of your heart under my fingertips.
A map of where life goes on.
I want to trace the lashes against your cheeks.
Little fluttering (butterfly) wings on your face.
I want to trace your lips.
The softness I want to feel with my own.
I want to trace your cheeks.
Rub away the tears that have fell against it.
I want to trace your eyelids.
To feel the barrier, the beauty of your spirit hides behind.
I want to trace the prominence of your jaw.
That gives shape to your beautiful face.
I want to trace your shoulders.
Where the world sits upon.
I want to trace your fingers and the spaces in between them.
Interlock them with my own.
I want to trace the longness of your throat.
The beauty of a voice from where it erupts.
I want to trace the wideness of your chest.
To feel the beat of your heart under my fingertips.
Ben Fernekees Jul 2016
Today I die, again.
Ben Fernekees
Jul 2016
Woke up,
Tripped down,
Scrapped my knee on the way to the ground,
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
Another victim of the dark,
Scared to walk into the light,
Scared to put down the knife,
Scared to know he was never right,
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
The night before? Hiding.
The day before? Running.
The week before? Crying.
The month before? Shaking.
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
Too many words in one head,
Too many thoughts driving to madness
Filling up and emptying away,
Unable to escape as the fire consumes,
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
One last day before the darkness,
Nothing more noticeable then the silence of voices,
All awaiting what's next,
All watching, as I lay in the pool that gathers.
No trace of blood,
No trace...
Tripped down,
Scrapped my knee on the way to the ground,
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
Another victim of the dark,
Scared to walk into the light,
Scared to put down the knife,
Scared to know he was never right,
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
The night before? Hiding.
The day before? Running.
The week before? Crying.
The month before? Shaking.
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
Too many words in one head,
Too many thoughts driving to madness
Filling up and emptying away,
Unable to escape as the fire consumes,
No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,
One last day before the darkness,
Nothing more noticeable then the silence of voices,
All awaiting what's next,
All watching, as I lay in the pool that gathers.
No trace of blood,
No trace...