Monday, February 22, 2010

Push My Heart

Push my heart,

to distances it has never been

Rip it out and squeeze it as it pulls itself in

Let it expand as it pumps itself full again with the fire I’ve given it through the years

Does it burn your hands?

Does it make you feel alive?

This time I have given it to you

This time all I want is the same in return

You have pulled out my heart

And you push it back in

I smile because you are the reason my heart beats

I’ll wait again until we rip each other’s hearts out once more

It is then I see it beat in front of my eyes

And when it finally breathes

My heart was not meant to be kept inside

The flames are too powerful for this one man to hide

Push. Push my heart to distances it has never been.

... And let me pull my heart back in

I’ll keep it there for you

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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.