Open Poetry #27 |
Anthology of a girl...part 1 |
JaiOfHeaven Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 207California, Usa |
I feel like I'm a contradiction to myself. Feel right one moment don't know the next. I'm trapped again. Holding her emotions in my palm. Molding them, folding them, pulling and pushing. I want what I dont want, but want it and don't. That makes sense...or does it? We don't fit. do we? I hate this. I'm bound by chains! let me loose!, but I don't want to hurt her...so hurt myself? My body thinks of her body, spirit knows of hers. If this is how I feel now how will I feel later? I imagine the future and cannot see her. Does this mean she won't exist? She is not like me. We have only one connection.. I feel tied to a bag of bricks..Dragging it around without any real use. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
terrific write n read,,,, A voice of honesty |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Bricks are such a burden. Great write. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Relationships are learning experiences...James |
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