I have touched her fingertips as if they were velvet petals.

Living has become like slowly dying.
With hatred building up like a flood breaking through a dam.
A glimpse like frozen water melting upon me.
Her smile beginning to grow as a lilac blooms.
She is the brave just like an anorexic beginning to chew.
I have touched her fingertips as if they were velvet petals.
And now I yearn for her again just like a cannibal does for human flesh.

Submitted: December 21, 2006

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Saturday Night

I like this poem Isis. Is this you warming up to yourself again?! Very moving.

Saturday Night

Sun, January 7th, 2007 8:03am


Thank you. Who knows. I'm glad you enjoyed it though.

Sun, January 7th, 2007 3:48pm


wow---that says a lot with a nice flow of such a few words---love it !

Tue, January 16th, 2007 7:23pm


Thank you.

Tue, January 16th, 2007 6:22pm

Brian Peza Perrins

Long time no hear Isis, this is a good piece of work, one of your best perhaps? Well done!

Sun, June 21st, 2009 7:54am



Fri, October 30th, 2009 2:41pm


Thank you! I wrote this when I was 15. It's been on here since 2006. I added a new piece with the same title so it mixed up I'm assuming.

Tue, June 23rd, 2009 6:32pm

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