Zoe Guillory Poems
|44.||A Desparate Song||6/23/2012|
|46.||Years In The Making||6/23/2012|
|47.||Your Chamber Of Memory||6/23/2012|
|48.||Thoughts At A Zoo||6/23/2012|
|50.||The Lost People Of A Peaceful Place||7/15/2012|
|51.||Cowardice Or Intelligence?||7/22/2012|
|54.||My Little Sister's Hands||7/3/2013|
|56.||Irises In Boxes||7/3/2013|
|57.||The Strength Of The Tiger||7/3/2013|
|60.||Songs Of September||7/3/2013|
|61.||A Stranger To Silence||7/3/2013|
|63.||Along Came A Spider||6/23/2012|
|64.||Where I'M From||6/23/2012|
|65.||Little Lost Boy||3/31/2013|
|66.||The Backwards Boy In The Backwards World||8/31/2012|
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The Backwards Boy In The Backwards World
In the early morning, she is lying on the floor. He kneels and whispers, 'I love you.' And whishes he was sorry. He doesn't want to move, so he stays, dreaming about what they could have had if she would have only listened to him. He shakes his head, floating between dreaming and waking, knowing that they're coming to take him away from her forever.
He stares down at her. She is pale and covered with blood and bruises. She doesn't look like a real person. Everything seems strange, like a dream. Like a nightmare in which you lose everything. Light shines through the bloody windows, like ...
You turn your face towards the sun,
hoping that it will warm you.
And yet, your back is to the moon,
but you don't try to change it.
You pray that your smile
will make a suffecient mask,
but that it may have a crack,
and someone could see the tears.
They'd offer you help,