There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of Hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
-from The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock, by T.S Elliot

Hands.
Hands that curl and uncurl around soda cans.
Hands that hold onto bus poles, hold on like
they’re clawing, clambering, drowning,
To let slip is to let go.
Hands that
are tiny, and fit into a palm
and curl around a finger
for security, for safety, for
Comfort.
Hands
that follow like a breeze around her waistline
as he steers her around the crowd, steers her to
make her his own.
Hands
that lay twitching on lonely table tops
twitch to the beat of loneliness, to drawn out breaths
to the stranger who never comes.
Hands
that salute to power, hands
that pluck out flowers, hands
that dig graves for the brave, the old, the forgotten,
and the Cherished.
Hands
that flourish pens, pencils, praises,
Hands
that she gently raises
to the Heavens every night in prayer.
Her hands
that pray for peace, for patience, for her
Salvation.
Hands that tell stories,
the fading lines unravvelling off your palms.
the poem thingy was meant to have a happier ending but oh well.
and ws meant to have nothing to do with girls praying for salvation and all that crap.
that's just ..u knw..unconscious rhyming.
yeah.
i've always been fascinated with hands. and not just because they say the size of a guy's hands is proportional to the size of his..er..em..wee-wee?
hahahahaha..no i like drawing hands. think its..beautiful...
no, that doesn NOT mean i like drawing a guy's..well u know whut i mean
think ima shush, im just digging my own grave right now.
yeh.
and im sorry the format of this blog is off, cant fix it.
no more hand-ing now.
(like bake cakes...whut were U thinking u pervs? aaaaahan dont deny it i KNOW u thunk it.
and thunk is a word cuz I said so.)
lol.love,
xo
-eeda.
4 comments:
i loves it. AND i loves the whole salvation scene going on.
and you're hilarious lol.
im glad u likes it.
it means a lot coming from u.
why thank u.
ur pretty mad hilarious urself.
ahaw ahaw.
kickass poem =)
dank u dank u :D
*eeda dances round the room*
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