first of my posts on the fishbowl... quite exciting. -- The Fishbowl ~ 2

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 14:15:50 04/17/01 Tue
Author: saira
Subject: first of my posts on the fishbowl... quite exciting.

you found my name
and pocketed it
as your own.
with a smile i joked
how you control
every inch of me.
even my identity.
and then you threw
it back in my
face, tho
i was never quite
ready for the pitch.

straddled on your
lap, swinging side
to side, i know
it's too late cos
no matter how slowly
i look at you, your
face isn't like it
was yesterday.

disturbed with the
mention of the rest,
i give you nothing.
cos it all came back
at me and seeped through
my pores. that was
the death of me.
shine a light through
my ear and you'll see
the last crusade
fighting in my head.

emptiness never felt fuller.

allotting time for
myself is no problem
when i spend every waking
minute wiping off
my shadows.

i place a thornless
rose next to your
framed smile,
in full admittance to
the past and denial
of the future.

so as i apply my war
paint to my face
you'll stare at me
and forget that ugly
sneer that engulfed
the narrow lines
of my face.
i could taste my
bitter smile each
time it spiraled
towards you in hope
of defering you
from your path.

but no more.

you're gone.
and i'm left holding
my leash.
cos i know your
slippery hand won't
last in my firm grip.

my green smile does no more to you than the twitch of your eyes from my hollow touch.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

hey saira khan. i like this poem. and i like you. (NT) -- jessica, 21:06:40 04/17/01 Tue