It cuts to know
You were here
When I wasn’t.
I kept a vigil over these doors
Blessed them hallowed
By your imminent entrance
Any minute now
I said
But
The clock ticked a wind chime’s dance
Turned the minute to days
and
After days of waiting and wanting
I walk away
Defeated
Yet
They say you came
Just as I left
Unperturbed about the time
Ready to put your hand in another’s
And it cuts to know
That where you cut me
It still bleeds.
5 replies on “From exploring the course of parallel lines”
>WOW!!!!!
i love it!!!!!
>dudette 😛
>eish…
heavy stuff dude`
>First off – this is a shameless comment because reading your poem reminded me of some of the crappy ones i did (that damn word cut!)
http://concerningmjk.blogspot.com/2008/09/concerning-happiness.html
http://concerningmjk.blogspot.com/2008/07/concerning-thoughts.html
I love poetry but all of mine is morbid for some reason – Im very Sylvia Plath – but i did write a Haiku for her though 🙂
Hey – I should blog this – Haikus that sum up famous dead people 🙂
Plath, possessed,lost soul
heart filled with sorrow, sadness
lungs filled with stove gas
Another crap poem
You left me bleeding on the floor
Thick gashes cling to my cleanly pressed top
with beauty, joy and happiness
Why do I love
Why do I love
Why Do I LOVE hurting myself?
with beauty, joy and happiness
Am I not to blame for these scars
I do not wish for a tabula rasa
with beauty, joy and happiness
But WHO will love this Frankenstein you created?
Last one I promise
http://concerningmjk.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-spontaneous-yet-crappy-poems.html
Oh yeah – because you love quotes so much –
Donkey: You cut me deep, Shrek. You cut me real deep just now.
>I take it back
Parallel lines don’t always GO in the same direction
Sometimes we follow someone’s path and believe fate put us on the same close, but not close enough, trajectory
Bend, bend further than you ever have 🙂