Open Poetry #25 |
at the crossroads |
noah j Member
since 2003-03-05
Posts 82on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair |
Pursed lips Pushed up on me I wished myself near you But I was in this bed Hear and now With any girl It didn’t matter For it was not you The one I wanted Wanton acts of hatred Acted out on people I know She may have my body But you have my mind And I have been faithful to you In my weird sort of way Small talk Busted in little phrases Going nowhere She doesn’t talk much And this doesn’t bother me Oh, how different from you she is And how stupid I am For thinking she could dull the pain I talk to her after we are done And it is no fun As I fill her up With little pieces of my hate For her I have no fun For it was not you The one I wanted I think my mind is playing tricks on me I know you are gone But I see you in the faces of everyone I meet In that smile of my co-worker In the charm of my neighbor In the beauty of the girl on television I see you in all of them And I want all of them because of it But what I really want is not them But you the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac [This message has been edited by noah j (04-11-2003 03:59 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Time for this person to step to one side or the other? Interesting stream of thoughts here, and I'm wondering if this character is really seriously ready for a long term committment. Keep writing your heart, noah j. |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
nice one! |
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