Sunday, February 01, 2009

Opposite

I inhale
You exhale
I cry
I sigh
You smile
All the while
I understand
You just can't
I'm lost
At sea, tossed
And turning
Stomach churning
You're ashore
Locked your door
In the clouds
Laughing out loud
You don't know
I'm waiting below

You walk
You talk
Move along
Sing your songs
I wait
You're late
Your words
Absurd
So kind
I'm blind
To your love
Tired of
Fighting
Lighting
Our flame
Like a game
Of hide and seek

I'm weak
You're strong
I'm wrong
To accuse you
I can't lose you
You stay
Today
Tomorrow
I know
Bigger things
Life will bring
You'd leave
Bereaved
I'd lie
I'd cry

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

just becuz you know lota big words, dont think your some really awesome genius poet . . . *extremely jealous*

Amanda said...

It's fun how you use the really short lines here. :) Do you ever read William Carlos Williams and Lorine Niedecker?

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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