Raptured Heart

I wish i could stop breath
from flowing
because the pain
that lives
leaves
too much
that i cannot bear.

I do not need the
blood
that courses in
my raptured
heart;
it is a swollen
pulsing fruit
gone rotten.

Will it ever
heal-
can i leave
it in the
icebox
to freeze,
Numb,
so that i do not
feel the agony?

I refuse
to break down
but it feels
that i am fighting
against myself
not to feel,
to stop the tears,
overwhelming feelings that
my body remembers-
even as my mind
tries to forget.

25 May 2006

really, it's amazing what a random thought can spin- this poem wasn't meant to be so dark i think, but hahaz, i guess i kinda like the imagery as it is.

Just a thought- i wonder how poems 'get born'? I actually have no idea what i'm going to write when i compose- i just start with a random feeling, and the details just spill out when i write- it's an impulse thing, that's why i like it so much. And another note- it's when i try to rhyme when you see that i'm not feeling in the mood to compose, hahaz, cause the words don't come as naturally and i need the rhyming scheme to help mi generate ideas. I find the rhymes help mi with the subject matter- trying to find rhymes will give me additional trains of thought, try it!