Titanic Voices Installment IX by Amanda-San, literature
Literature
Titanic Voices Installment IX
I rust.
I, who they called "unsinkable"
--once
Sleep in ghostly slumber.
In my cradle I sense
Bodies breaking down.
They cry with me about
Loss and sacrifice
Sometimes when I forget to feel.
The Grand Staircase is screaming
Every last table and chair is
Kneeling
Baby dolls are weeping
Do they lust for eternity?
At times I yearn for my lost children
Those that lie yards
From my mast
And those generations descended
Alike
They should walk my bow
Caress my stairwell
Play in my parlor rooms;
Shake me awake
For you are
One thousand, five hundred
And seventeen
Perished
And I am
One
Not yet dead.
i want to be the one behind the camera lens
capturing you
and keeping you contained to memory
i want to be the boundary of your skin
and keep you enclosed with all the limbs
i have to offer.
i want to know your every part
and have midnight conversations with them.
i want to be the sand
and the sea
because they've been seeing a whole lot more of
you lately, than i ever had.
even the mountains have been making comments
on your lovliness,
and they hardly ever even b
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