Personal reflection Poems
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
......
Silence
by Antony Nduta
No word, is just enough,
No action, barely enough,
For I ain't tough nor rough,
But a face with just a smile,
So, just silence, is enough,
For I no longer want cuddling,
For who wishes for it
Looks for more than just pleasure,
Not seeking what to treasure,
Don't talk to me of affection ,
......
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
......
Silence
by Antony Nduta
No word, is just enough,
No action, barely enough,
For I ain't tough nor rough,
But a face with just a smile,
So, just silence, is enough,
For I no longer want cuddling,
For who wishes for it
Looks for more than just pleasure,
Not seeking what to treasure,
Don't talk to me of affection ,
......
