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Wikket Member
since 2000-01-29
Posts 340Santa Clara, CA USA 
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This is not one of my poems, but it's one I have identified with for years. It comes from a man named Henry Rollins of "Rollin's Band" (you might know him from movie spots in "The Crow" or "The Chase") Anyways, I just had to share it and I hope you enjoy it as much as I. It's a long one, but it's worth it... I know you you are too short you had bad skin you couldn't talk to them very well words didn't seem to work they lied when they came out of your mouth you tried so hard to understand them you wanted to be part of what was happening you saw them having fun and it seemed like such a mystery almost magic made you think that there was something wrong with you you'd look in the mirror trying to find it you thought that you were ugly and that everyone was looking at you so you learned to be invisible to look down to avoid conversation the hours days weekends ahhh the weekend nights alone where were you? in the basement in the attic in your room working some job just to have something to do just to have a place to put yourself just to have a way to get away from them a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill at ease inside yourself did you ever get invited to one of their parties you sat and wondered if you would go or not for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire they would laugh at you if you would know what to do if you would have the right things on if they would notice that you came from a different planet did you get all brave in your thoughts like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it and have a great time did you think that you might be... the life of the party that all these people were going to talk to you and would you find out that you were wrong that you had a lot of friends and you weren't so strange after all did you end up going did they mess with you did they single you out did you find out that you were invited because they thought you were so weird yea I think I know you you spent a lot of time full of hate a hate that was pure as sunshine a hate that saw for miles a hate that kept you up at night a hate that filled your every waking moment a hate that carried you for a long time yes I think I know you you couldn't figure out what they saw in the way they lived home... was not HOME your room was home a corner was home the place they weren't... that was home I know you you're sensitive and you hide it because you fear getting stepped on one more time it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of you one of them steps on you they mistake kind-ness for weak-ness but you know the difference you've been the brunt of their weakness for years and strength is something that you know a bit about because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive you know yourself very well now and you don't trust people you know them too well you try to find that special person someone you can be with someone you can touch someone you can talk to someone you won't feel so strange around and you've found that they don't really exist you feel closer to people on movie screens yea I think I know you you spend a lot of time day dreaming and people have made comment to that effect telling you that you're self involved and self centered but they don't know do they about the long night shifts alone about the years of keeping yourself company all the night's you wrapped your arms around yourself so you could imagine someone holding you the hours of indecision self doubt the intense depression the blinding hate the rage that made you stagger the devastation of rejection well... maybe they do know but if they do they sure do a good job of hiding it it astounds you how they can be sooo smooth how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill in finding every way possible to screw it up for you... life is a long trip terrifying and wonderful birds sing to you at night the rain and sun the changing seasons are true friends solitude is a hard won ally faithful and patient yea I think I know you by, Henry Rollins |
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since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Oh boy can I relate to this!! There was about 4 years when I could have been the person this poem was written about. Thank you for sharing...you remind me how lucky I am now and have been for a year. Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanks wikket I must look this poet up. I think I know the person he's talking about as well. Jon |
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