tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72200785236444109162012-02-16T04:29:02.701-08:00From The Author of Anonymous Chronicles...Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12015535286536278114noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220078523644410916.post-5612115470107463472008-10-19T17:12:00.000-07:002008-10-19T17:13:15.728-07:00what can only be described as bitter sweet<br />i have experienced half of what only few posses<br />four letters describe but could never begin to define<br />the disposition that my heart is left in<br />missed beats sporadically push my DNA through an obstacle course<br />rushing life to its destination in confusion<br />caused by the absence of my breath<br />numbness in my extremities<br />for it can only dream to feel<br />what my mind has wrapped itself around this time<br />sweat caressing my skin and exposing my discomfort<br />my expression bearing grammatical errors<br />formed words only a fantasy to a stifled thought<br />a pillar of salt dancing with conviction at my chin<br />moving to the disrupted beat of my pulse<br />awaiting a devastating decent to their fate<br />my soul struggling to be free from its console<br />its owner moving away from its mate<br />singing a song of distress to its other half<br />sounds only the slaves of the broken heart may hear<br />my mind being at war with my crippled heart<br />is what disables my trembling and much needed limbs<br />each stem is riddled with the weight of death<br />faith please drown me in your comfort<br />pride i beg you to keep your stride<br />hope stand strong if only for a while<br />time commit to my heart's rescue<br />soul do not cry in vain<br />your match cannot hear your screams<br />only a foreign language escapes your lips<br />your song is sung in vain<br />love<br />four letters describe but could never begin to define<br />the disposition my hear is left in<br />i have experienced half of what only few posses<br />the better half being those four letters returned<br />making them whole<br />i had jumped from high ground<br />my intentions not to jump alone<br />i fall<br />adrenaline rushes through my veins<br />my heart sputters<br />my breath is caught in my chest<br />tears streaming from my eyes<br />i descend<br />my soul's mate left behind<br />extremities numb<br />mind racing with fear<br />he decided to let me experience this alone<br />what few posses<br />a feeling that only the act of fearlessness itself could create<br />a daring move<br />letting everything go<br />but he is not here<br />i am alone<br />an act that could only be whole<br />to arrive on solid ground<br />complete.<br />my destination now a pool of rejection<br />but survival<br />when i collect myself and turn away<br />i will find another mountain to climb<br />and chose to jump again<br />only this time hand in hand<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220078523644410916-561211547010746347?l=youmustnotknowme-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12015535286536278114noreply@blogger.com2