Elizabeth Tyease Collins Poems

Death's song plays in tune,
in tune with lives he holds in his hands.

He plays of loneliness and depression to
...

It was my heart that tore through love and death
to be right by your side,
it was my fists that knocked out ever loser and creep
that ever caused you pain,
...

A predator waits within the
depths of existance,
creeping within the conscience
of safety,
...

I have him stuck in my mind,
his lips so soft and tender,
our fingers creeping to interwine,
our hearts beating at the same time,
...

The heavens parted and the waters have calmed,
to bring you to me in the beginning of this
invisable storm,
but you let through and i held out my hand
...

I stand alone with the lights turned out,
reaching for the existance that I want on my fingertips.

I hear the voices through the darkness call me strange,
...

There he was positioned in front of the
reflection and through the eyes he senses
the hint of anger.
...

My fingers rubbed against the surface of glass,
and it shattered before my hands.

I watched as it welcomed my skin with an open
...

We held hands with mixed emotions,
whispered words of surreptitious acts.
We sat, fingers crossed, promises hidden
within the circle of our confinement,
...

After what you did to me
you expected me to stay?
You think that toying with
my heart will get you far,
...