and then critique, maybe?







If my arms are bruised,
then that isn't anything.
If my eyes are red, then
my tears leave a legacy
unknown
to anyone
but me.

Splinter under pressure,
heartache and despair.
Quietly, they whisper,
ecclesiastically there.

I know you're here,
however shattered beneath boards,
and newly strangers, we
break boundaries that were never there before.

Your nom de plume,
so transparent, can't
devise a strategy
to fool your parents, and

with one foot in the closet, you
chicken out, suck it up, and then spit it out,
and you discover exactly
what you know he's always been about.

If eyes are red,
then everyone's dying.
If arms are crossed,
you know that they're lying,
and everyone,
they cry,
sometimes.

I know you're here,
however shattered beneath boards,
and newly strangers, we
break boundaries that were never there before

=it's your profession of love for the internet.

Your nom de plume,
so transparent, can't
devise a strategy
to fool your parents, and

=it's about your folks discovering you're backstabbing them online.

with one foot in the closet, you
chicken out, suck it up, and then spit it out,
and you discover exactly
what you know he's always been about.

=your father is furious. get out of the closet, quick.

If eyes are red,
then everyone's dying

=excessive radiation emitting from the computer screen.

dude. pianista, that was amazing. really. i thought people were automatically assume it was about death and the red eyes thing was about crying, but you actually got it.

wow.

all except for the 'one foot in the closet' stanza. that was wrong =) haha

lol dude,you're obsessed.

one foot in the closet sounds like some intoxicating cannabis-lollipop dude