Open Poetry #38 |
When it rains, it pours |
Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
I, quite nonchalantly, decided not to breathe today, not to be today, not to see everything for what it was, or to bother with anything extraordinary because, quite frankly, I am tired of the seasons changing, and I am exhausted by your word-of-mouth proclamations telling me that everything I thought of was just Well, nothing. And this is supposed to portray my point of view to you, it's meant to leach my head ache away from mindless words that you've betrayed to better play the strings with, my dear, your words are all that I can hear and quite frankly, I am appalled by your lack of enthusiasm for any subject that does not scream with blatant concern for your presence in my empty world, And, you see, When it rains, it pours here and I cannot hear your thoughts above the screams of thunder, over the knowledge of all the wonderful, blunderful bad timing moments that I am dwelling on ever-so-gently, ever-so-splendidly, ever-so-slightly forgetting that we are both people who say words strung in chords and wrapped like the packages under your Christmas tree you leave stupid presents for me And, I am sorry. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
ouch signs of an inability or unwillingness to communicate, for communication involves two sharing, a give and take, and it seems these two souls have shut each other out |
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