Wreckage Poem by Hollie Getter

i visit the borders...but cant escape your cold

keep it simple. what wakes from exhaustion is the most blinding of darknesses...

an empowered force

driven by the exhaust of all your wants

...all your needs

...all of you

Gun powder taste upon my lips

i taste your residue

from the words i know so intimately

My mind is but a tool of my physical state as backwards as my mirrors let me see

and i find myself in the most common places

and it just doesn't seem right...it just doesnt seem

it doesn't seem okay

the way they said it would

u made me of your wreckage

you made me from your wreckage

i am weighted by the daze when i lay to sleep at night



have you any idea how small the spine can shrink

you have your fingers and i know them like my own, to feel absence, to send secret messages only the heart can read...

only your heart can ever know

i know the curves

i have rounded the corners

stop whispering to the world of it's present state

your whispers drift so softly...too softly

how can they ever be heard?

everything unfinished

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its funny how you laugh

its funny how the wind it still tells all it knows

a wisdom so....light...carrying everything

everything

tragically unheard...selectively felt

don't ask me what this really means

i dont know what comes out of me in these moments

i am simply sad

simply mad

simply afraid

simply dumb enough to think i'm wise

but to you

to you who speaks volumes of empty pages

there is meaning found in everything

your emptiness crushes the souls of those around you and to me it says simply as i am mad that you are broken by all you have seen and un-mended by your inablility to see more

world of wreckage

let go....let go.....

a mind is a terrible place for a wreck...



-HLG

(February 28,2008)