Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Request to a Friend

There’s so little I have to say to you
You’re just another photograph
Just another erased tattoo
On my bleeding skin
Today when you stare straight at me
And mockingly you laugh
You are no more just anybody
Questioning my decisions


I want to scream, make you realize
I’m not a thoughtless fool
For once, look into my eyes
Don’t turn my dreams away
A quiet mind with few words
I want to convince you
There are voices in me, unheard
I am brimming with things to say


We are much alike, you and I
Tiny mysteries that we hide
If only we saw eye to eye
There would be nothing to mend
Don’t look through me like I am worthless
Respect me for what is inside
As I see in you good company, no less
So find in me a new friend

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

aha lol.... change of topic at last lol . its ok.. not my fault amit didnt like da bleedin skin.. is he a science freak? cuz skin doesnt bleed.... neway yeah.. nice to c a change of topic .. a lot of ur poems tend to be similar...

~L. Rkn

Imperfect said...

lol yea i know...love really gets to ppl i guess....

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry

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