sharee greene
These are poems I wrote for a book I was writing they are about the character they are not personal: This poem is called The Grim Silence Of You
You broke my heart and I don’t think you see it, you’re breaking my heart and I don’t think you taste it. The sound of silence, the pain of the rejection it’s all too violent. You are loved so much that you have the power to break me with a stare and the supremacy to kill me with a snare. As you walk by me with out looking at me it wounds me to my core and when I am alone It’s still you I adore.
The grim silence of you is an executioner, you’re a murderer and I accuse you of my death. You're tolerance of me is a destroyer eating away at my flesh. You hold the power to make me prisoner, a mere peasant and secretly I feen for you're love. The desire is stronger then a drug, the wanting of your admiration and you're love. I try to ignore it and not surrender to it, but it’s a natural drug. Like a baby cub to lion, baby to mother, daughter to father these are all dependent relationships. I yield to you father, I need you it’s true but all I get in return is the grim silence of you.
The grim silence of you is an executioner, you’re a murderer and I accuse you of my death. You're tolerance of me is a destroyer eating away at my flesh. You hold the power to make me prisoner, a mere peasant and secretly I feen for you're love. The desire is stronger then a drug, the wanting of your admiration and you're love. I try to ignore it and not surrender to it, but it’s a natural drug. Like a baby cub to lion, baby to mother, daughter to father these are all dependent relationships. I yield to you father, I need you it’s true but all I get in return is the grim silence of you.
Who Am I In Love
Who am I in love? Shall I remain the same or is that foolish optimism. Love does sometimes cause a change, the heart is so weak and easily impingeable for that certain someone. Who am I in love? besides a woman knocked off her feet, filled with silly laughter and honey bees lost in the fire of desire and a feeling so new constant butterflies and joy just to be near you. Who am I in love I smell you I dream you I lust you I feel you in my veins and I just like you so much that I can’t explain. Who am I in love? besides a women at your feet you got me but must I lose me- who am I in love?
The Empty Room
I have never seen a room with white walls and four chairs its blue always blue and it's empty. My body is small in this room and my voice has no sound I’m invisible. Maybe I’m a fly on the wall my mothers a chair in the corner at least she has a place but really not much space. That chair gets tossed around I see this but I’m invisible so it does not matter. I have been torn apart already there is no soul. I’ve learned to lose that from my mother now I need a lover to make me a person to make me feel real. To show me maybe I matter maybe I can be 4 chairs in a room with white walls.
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