I Finally Figured Out...
Why I'm entranced by your sparkling presence
Your melancholy profundity saturates the senses
You worship the anonymity of being one in a million and a million in one
Do you know your power?
You can't.
I'm wrapped in the cloak of speeding atmosphere
As reeds and thistles whisper their secrets
The reflection of your eyes pierces my imagination
Do you know me?
You can't.
Your whole being is precision unqualified
Ripped from the fabric of endless celestial tapestry
I'm straining to reach you, touch you, get you to notice me
Will you speak to me?
You can't.
Your intrigue lies in your distance
I placed every feather in your cap
You'll never live up to what I created
It's not your fault
I know I shouldn't be disappointed
My dreams enveloped your constellation
You were created in the substratum of my consciousness
You died in my awakening.
Your melancholy profundity saturates the senses
You worship the anonymity of being one in a million and a million in one
Do you know your power?
You can't.
I'm wrapped in the cloak of speeding atmosphere
As reeds and thistles whisper their secrets
The reflection of your eyes pierces my imagination
Do you know me?
You can't.
Your whole being is precision unqualified
Ripped from the fabric of endless celestial tapestry
I'm straining to reach you, touch you, get you to notice me
Will you speak to me?
You can't.
Your intrigue lies in your distance
I placed every feather in your cap
You'll never live up to what I created
It's not your fault
I know I shouldn't be disappointed
My dreams enveloped your constellation
You were created in the substratum of my consciousness
You died in my awakening.
posted by ... at 11:44 PM
4 Comments:
wow this is AMAZING. i love your style of poetry. you choose words that give it such rhythm and this is what i love.
i can relate to this feeling here. how disappointing love can be with our high expectations....
thanks for visiting my blog, now i've found another great blog to visit daily :)
Excellent seemingly "left brain style" with a twist: emotive, evocative, lyrical, ponderous - :)
SilvermOOn aka GEL
**silvermOOn** - Sorry if it's taken me a while to get back to you. I don't know when you wrote this comment, and I usually don't go back in the archives, but I was looking for something.
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read, and I'm glad it's had an effect on you.
I've done the college thing. Finishing up law school now...
Hope all's going well!
wow.
wow for the words. wow for their wisdom.
ooooohohohwoah, reminds me of this really great scene from the great "the great gatsby" a wallawallaman once sent it to me in an email. it freaked me out bigtime:
"Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
PS. you did NOT suck at the beginning of your blarging. this poem is one of my top favorites yet. which suggests not diligence, my friend, but...(dare you accept it?) talent.
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