LivW's Journal

a poem i wrote for poetry class last year...

Lines

Open your hands and trace your fingers across
    the worn crevices of lukewarm victory.

See these intrepid lines running deeper than

    any wound from thy scornful, wagging tongue.

Remember the alter ego of a Titan

    bearing the sting of fabricated venom—forever smelting

    treasonous gold.

Running deeper and numbering more than stars,

    these lines are an inescapable reality.

They fall back to account for the lost and found

    loved ones engraved in your conscience for all time.

Canyons twisting, turning, carved like wood soldiers,

    that guard hearts and minds as if to thwart scarring—

    though it too is inevitable.

Love is a curious game of give and take,

    that sees no end in its selfless horizon.

Use words to find love’s resemblance to hatred

    and discover the trail they both leave behind.

Under its unrelenting visage, love saves

    by conquering fear to rise to a new seat—forgiving but

    never forgetting its origin.

Open your hands and trace your fingers across

    the mysterious, winding web of passion.

Now re-collect the regret of past choices

    so we may appreciate the sacrifice.

Only for a moment dare we take pause,

   to just stare in awe of such imperfection—or else the

    world flies by unnoticed.