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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I'm a mess

An online chat with someone in the wee hours of the morning. Some unexpected turn of events. Felt crappy. Stared at a pile of clothes next to me. Reached for my E71 and took a picture. Crappy picture. But it inspired words. Started typing on the E71. Came up with the first two stanzas at around 4am. Fell asleep. Got up, got to work, stared through the window at the rain pouring outside. Finished the poem during coffee break, probably around 4pm. Composed entirely on E71 (love this device). Dated 22/07/08.


Messy Inspiration

I'm a mess
Just like my pile of dirty clothes on the floor
I need someone
To pick me up, to make sense of it all

I have loved
So deeply, so completely, against all resistance
I am shattered
Not by your change of heart, but by your indifference

The rain pours
In place of my tears, as I take it all in stride
The heart falls
Alone with my fears, yet behind the mask I hide

Pieces of you
Linger on, I still feel you with each breath I take
Pieces of me
Scattered and lost, here in the land of a thousand lakes...

cybette wrote this at 02:18 AM
Comments

Life is fragile, we've all seen
The error and thought what could have been
Did we save ourselves or doomed to death
When struggling for love to the last breath

Life is short for the happy
And yet so long for the sad
And sometimes, only tears will tell
To us, what's good or bad

If we could see to the future
Would it make any difference
We'd still be caged in our destined lives
Like lambs inside a fence

Posted by Poet of the fall -- August 6, 2008 10:29 AM

I've been worn
Seen
Torn
Spilled so many days upon I've forgotten what night looks like

I've seen run through storms
Heard
Mocked
Touched in ways that make others squirm

I've been wreslted to the floor
Touched
Pierced
Tasted in ways that love would only desire to remember

And at this moment I am left
Wrinkled
Unkempt
Remembered
As if there was nothing in me left to remember
Left to be seen
To be heard in passing by
To be touched
Or remembered for the steps we have taken

Posted by arjw -- August 6, 2008 08:47 PM

understand the words, the feeling of Cybette and the scene arjw presented. but the tone of 'poet of the fall' bit negative.

Posted by ys -- August 7, 2008 02:19 AM

Wow..... a great poem. I can feel the passion in words.

Posted by Word Templates -- November 12, 2008 08:53 AM