[Po] Words, Hearts, and much much? more

[Squireof the son]

For origional copy:http://mafiosobugsy.deviantart.com/art/Words-Hearts-and-much-more-72103608
I could smell its breath.
Feel its cold hands come near.
As my heart missed a beat.
As the words flew from her.
I felt chills down my spine.
As its wretched fingers grasp my arm.
As the nails drew blood from me.

But a whisper caught me in my sleep.
A whisper in the silence of night.
The words lost their poison.
The smell left with no trace.
A warm sensation went up my spine.
As I was embraced warmly.
As you healed my scars.
From it's wretched nails.
And as you whisper in my ear yet again.
My heart jumped in silence.
But my eyes screamed.
Screamed the message for my heart.

But every now and again.
I feel cold chills down my spine.
Fingers grasp my arm coldly.
But I see no blood drawn.
Feel no poison in my veins.
But I still feel the sting.
And the scars left from her words.
Are left on my arm and heart.

I keep them as a reminder of when.
I could smell its breath.
Feel its cold hands come near.
As my heart missed a beat.
As the words flew from her.
I felt chills down my spine.
As its wretched fingers grasp my arm.
As the nails drew blood from me.

But you whisper in my ear.
Without disturbing the silence around us.
That your the healer.
You can save me from this misery.
Erase the scars from my arms.
But I keep them.
To remind myself of when I leave you.
Or even turn my back.
I'll have another scar to add.
To add to my evergrowing collection.
I know this. But yet I don't.
That this is all about words, hearts, and much much? more.  

[Lyneun]

Oh, I like the almost blank-verse style you have going here. I also admire how you know you don't need to rhyme to make a good poem. Looking back on past events is a trying experience, and I like the almost apathetic feel to this poem. The subject is one we can all relate to, and some readers may even call up a specific individual in mind when reading it. I like your repetition of the first stanza. Nicely penned.  

[Squireof the son]

Lyneun

Oh, I like the almost blank-verse style you have going here. I also admire how you know you don't need to rhyme to make a good poem. Looking back on past events is a trying experience, and I like the almost apathetic feel to this poem. The subject is one we can all relate to, and some readers may even call up a specific individual in mind when reading it. I like your repetition of the first stanza. Nicely penned.

Thanks!! biggrin What's blank-verse?  

[Lyneun]

Using metre and rhythem without rhyme. smile  

[Squireof the son]

Lyneun

Using metre and rhythem without rhyme. smile

Ohh. Ok. I don't know a lot about poetry except how to write some.  

[Lyneun]

Poetry is one of my sad passions. sweatdrop  

[Squireof the son]

Lyneun

Poetry is one of my sad passions. sweatdrop

It's not an unhealthy obsession. I like to write, but only when I'm in the mood(which is alot less lately). But mainly I write fiction.