Monday, February 22, 2010

Body Body

Rough, rough

On the floor I want it rough

Push me down. Pull me up

Scrape my knees and spill some blood

Rake me ‘round the floor and bite my every limb

I got a soft spot for you. And everywhere else it’s gunna be tough

Carpet burn and ashes flying. The walls go thump and they think that we’re dieing

Laugh and moan our hearts rise high

My tongue with yours. Your heart with mine

Body, body, bones are crashing

Sweat and dirt are my new cologne

When you’re around and no one’s home

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.