Tue, 12/02/2014 - 10:35 -- Extrani


I saw ribs,
I saw bones,
I ad-libbed,
My lungs filled I with stones.
I saw her eyes;
Green like the sea,
Looking up at cloudless skies;
Bel esprit.
Can I be?
When I eschew;
From all that I see?
So hear me out,
Hear my poor head as it murmurs,
To kingdom come; devout.
Can you see beneath this knight's armor?
White and polished bone,
So refined.
All this manner is more or less unknown;
Soft words; Maligned.
All I want to see is white granite,
Does that not come from beneath all skin?
Veins as volumptious as pomegranate,
Dissever and carve me out; bring out is what hiding within.
Cloying like cachou,


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741