Sunday, February 01, 2009


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
So kind
I'm blind
To your love
Tired of
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
I know
Bigger things
Life will bring
You'd leave
I'd lie
I'd cry


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?


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