motion.pictures

By Six-Out

sundays
they take me to your lips.
the way I left them
trembling.
as I stumbled
and my heart felt like
breaking was too meaningless.
so it melted.

the way
I'll never forget
my hands on your face
when the tears separated my skin
from yours.
and I lied- unknowingly
when I said
everything.
oh, it'll be alright.

and the clouds in your eyes
someone forgot
to pain the silver on
the edges.
as I swallowed hatred
for anything airborne.
and begged the second hand
to freeze
if just briefly
so I could taste you
again.

the same way
every face takes your shape
and the past beats
me into submission.
humility never was my strong suit.
so I saved my breakdown
for paper
and let my tears
dilute the ink.

so this.
is my soliloquy
a mental relapse.
my systematic. heart.failure
because breakdowns
are just too.
meaningless.

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Published on Wednesday, August 19, 2009. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "motion.pictures"

On Monday, December 28, 2009, Dilated View (582) wrote:

Damn man. This was like getting worked over with a tire iron. :(
A former member wrote: So beautiful...
A former member wrote: i agree, breakdowns mean nothing. unless you do something memorable, of course. in your case: emotionally moving numerous people with just a few lines. i'm very impressed by this composure.
A former member wrote: Ah, coffee with a dose of pain. And how odd I'm reading this on a Sunday morning...
On Saturday, October 3, 2009, Riven Waker (317) wrote:

a singular dissection of the heart
On Wednesday, September 30, 2009, Ophelia (221) wrote:

Bitter sweet pain lost in beautiful words like holding hands at a wake or that look across a room meant to reassure only to be missed in a sea of faces...have I told you how much I love your work?
On Tuesday, September 15, 2009, GoldenLotus (47) wrote:

â™¥ this piece...even though it hurts to read!
On Wednesday, September 9, 2009, PaYaSiN (49) wrote:

I love your writing man. I don't think I've ever been so jealous of someones writing ability.
A former member wrote: an hour, lost in your work, found in your work and rendered speachless while mind races, wrapping itself to the shivers through my skin, through my soul
A former member wrote: it's writes like this that make me glad that i sometimes cant sleep at night. its so easy like silk, so smooth like jazz and breathe taking as if the dawn waiting for just amoment until you sighed. *smiles*
A former member wrote: ...wrenchingly soft....ex.pounded pain and gentle whispered internal suffering.... hard read; harder to feel. .. .
On Thursday, August 20, 2009, Spiritus_Frumenti (340) wrote:

there was more of a bare-bones confessional aspect to this i really liked. "so I saved my breakdown/for paper/and let my tears dilute the ink"...nice piece...
A former member wrote: This is the only thing I've read on here lately worth reading... your suffering, as always, makes beautiful art. At least that's one good thing that comes of it all? I feel you, friend. Well done. I hope we talk soon.
A former member wrote: Zing..
A former member wrote: Some splinters never come out, and they hurt from time to time, but usually only when you take the time to acknowledge their existence. Painful, good poetry. +tpu+