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To the Wall

Stories written on your skin, Drawn and etched into your hide, Told and cried throughout the night. Daily you listen, Holding silent comfort, Never to tell a secret or lie. Tears to bleed into your sides, Pencil and Ink to collide, Splash of color in the night. A prision made home by art, Silent ears to listen in the dark, Understaning and never repeating.

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/19/2012 8:58:00 AM

Poems for contemplation Jay .... Strong and deep meaning lies in these lines. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)

Jay Loveless
Date: 9/20/2012 11:40:00 AM

Yes, yes they do Anne. I'm glad you saw that (:

Harry Horsman

Date: 9/18/2012 4:04:00 PM

amazing poem, such depth of feeling here...

Jay Loveless
Date: 9/18/2012 8:06:00 PM

I'm so glad you truly understand how deep this goes...And I'm very happy that you like it. Thanks for reading (:

Justin Bordner

Date: 9/16/2012 11:01:00 PM

There have been many episodes in my life where I felt I could not escape, my family, my lack of 'education', my low I.Q. and reputation for being a trouble maker, my destitution, my loneliness, my need for love; many a time I reached the outer walls where I could see star light glimmer on the razor wire of my illusions, but I could not break or climb the walls, so then I taught myself how to make art out of living, a tattoo uneraseable in the constellation of my soul where the walls became paths

Jay Loveless
Date: 9/18/2012 8:14:00 PM

I totally understand what you mean....Im so glad you liked the write and thank you so much for your soul depth comment

Justin Bordner
Date: 9/16/2012 11:09:00 PM

became paths heading skywards, I could eschew shame and realize that if you are not ashamed of yourself then others cannot be ashamed of you - I have obviously internalized this tender poem Jay, hopefully you like my perspective - the last line is powerful - I bet you could keep confidence with those you care about - J.A.B. %

Anthony Nutter

Date: 9/16/2012 3:27:00 PM

Such an awesomwe write, first stanza really struck home.

Jay Loveless
Date: 9/18/2012 7:57:00 PM

My old walls were covered in drawings...all of them were a story of their own...my mother hated it, my father, well he scolded me and then encouraged me...he couldnt help himself, he's quite the artist too...Im so so glad you like this write.