Silver Shadows

the poetry of SilverDoves

Monday, February 11, 2008

Raise You One

Description: an analogy of two people playing a game of poker to win the attention of a third party. The prize is the love of someone. The idea is that the speaker is playing bluff in a game to win the man (or woman, if you see it from a guy's perspective) for herself, over her opponent that all rests on this one hand.

Raise You One

Hysterical laugh
The ridiculous irony
The final act has dropped the curtain on me
You’ve been dealt that single spaded ace
That completes my winning hand.
My saving grace

Staring laser holes into the card you hold
Read my iron face.
I won’t fold.


I meet your bet and raise you one
It’ll all or nothing once this is done.
I’m playing for more than coins and bills
I threw my heart in the pot.
Dealer deals.

Chips are on the table
Seconds tick away
Outside: not a twitch – it’s a fatal game I play
Inside: panic shakes me as I toss in my final buck
Wait for you to call it
– In bondage to my luck

Stare with greed and covet
That paper card you hold
Pounding blood.
Release a breath
Calmly watch you fold

Without a word.
Without a sound
I lay my worthless hand
- Faces down
Steady my trembling fingers
Gather up my winnings
Silently toast that spaded ace
- Here’s to new beginnings

It’s all or nothing once this is done
Gambled with my heart and won

It’s all or nothing once this is done
I’ll meet your bet and raise you one.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

5 O'Clock Shadow

Description: This poem was inspired by the picture of a young man whose life had led him to develop a tought exterior and who used people trying to drown his past and his pain by wasting it away on the pursuit of women he cares nothing for and alcohol that only provides temporary relief. This poem is the revelation of the boy behind the facade' and the distaste he has for himself and the man he has become.


5 O'Clock Shadow

There’s a little boy standing on the sidewalk
Crying
The weakness within
Disguised by muscles
And a five o’clock shadow
With charm and a wink
He buys counterfeit love
A crooked smile’s cheaper than his heart
Can’t afford to lose it again
Euphoria is his roundtrip ticket
To Heaven and back
To the hell he’s living in
And a doormat labeled torture
Where the devil’s greets him with a
“How was your day?”

He answers with a beer
And three days of sex
Toasting the past with bogus good wishes
“Here’s to leperous love”
When whiskey won’t do it
He turns to brunette revenge
Making vacant promises to a faceless female
Christens her the harlot
A scapegoat slut
Give her a night of devotion
Then send her away with his sins

When imitation comfort
No longer reassures
He leaves behind hangovers
Futile one night stands
Standing on the smokey street corner
Walks away slowly
Whipes rain off the stuble of his chin
Things could change tomorrow
But they won’t
So for five rush hour minutes
He let’s the weakness show

Till there’s a little boy standing on the sidewalk
Crying
The strength within
Disguised by tears
And a five o’clock shadow

Monday, April 18, 2005

First Post

Thank you Tyten for introducing me to this blog site, it's awesome. :)

I am on the second page of a five-page paper I have to have written by 4:30. It's about Lord of the Rings, though, which is easy enough for me, since I love it, but it's still work. (And I have other stuff to do. :P) I feel inspired however, so I'm going to open photoshop now.

Love all

Brittany