And now for something, Completely Different: Poetry.

[wolven7]

Broad Interpretations

I keep playing around with thoughts of you.
I argue what you'd say, in my mind, because you aren't there
for me to ask.
You keep stepping in and out of the shadows
of my heart
and i don't know that i can take much more of your resolution oscillation.
It's difficult, now, to remember how you thought, when you did,
and i'm straining to recapture
that way that you pulled the light, just right.
But i think that i understand, now, where it's gone,
where the caring and the drive have taken you,
and i can't blame you for smothering yourself in the layers of you.
If i were to take a walk with you, now,
i don't know where i'd take you, or where we'd go,
but i think that i'd like to try to reconnect,
to know you, again.

You were always the brightest thing, in the crowds, and
I could never find you, properly.
Standing right next to you, and searching you out,
but you were always alluring.
I could feel the pull to find you, and you, hiding,
playing catch-me games, in the concrete and glass.
Every time i thought i knew where you were,
i would be ten feet to your left, and whispering
making you shout at me to speak up, because you couldn't
quite hear.
I could always hear you, that way...

I don't know how it felt.
The pain, like a jagged chunk of metal, in my ribs,
working its way into my heart,
felt so good, when i had to scream at you,
to rail at you, for not listening, for hardly acknowledging
that any of it was your fault.
You made me want to kill you. You still do.
I want to burn you down, and start you again, and i
want to go with you. Fresh ashes.
But you are starting again, it seems;
trying something new, for all your parts, and pieces.
But it still feels poisoned.
Everything about you feels like sludge, and acid,
weighty, viscous, and bright-hot skin,
but i can't stop trudging through you.
Every day with you is worth it.

So let's start again.
We can start over, and know each other, better, this time.
And i can say "hello," while you smile, shy and coy.
Then you say "Hi," and maybe blush, a bit.
We can walk, together, this time,
work together.
So, Being, {World:}
"Hello."

©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved

I don't know if i like my ending, but can't think of another way it should have.

I should be doing math work....

Comments

[okkitten.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough the end is my favortie part. Well done.

Kill the math - it is not relevant.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Specifically, I meant the last two lines, but ok...

Can't kill the math, will fail the class. Can't afford that.

[okkitten.livejournal.com]

Specifically I meant the last 4 lines, myself.

You're a genius, you can pass any class. Well except maybe a childbirthing one. The final is pretty hard to BS. ;)

[wolven.livejournal.com]

You are very silly. And thank you. I'll do it, sometime tonight.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

And thank you.

[mahajarabali.livejournal.com]

You won't agree with me, but the ending is very good.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

It still feels awkward. Maybe that's the point.

Thank you, very much.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

The ending works fine, IMO. It's perfect, love.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Well thank you... I hadn't written poetry, that wasn't part of something Else, for so long, that it... Just kind of fell out, and i didn't want to fuck with it Too much, for fear of breaking it.

Thank you, again, love.