Tuesday, June 29, 2010

To Open The Door

I want to stub my heart on something new
I want to be harpooned and get love sick till I feel blue
If I could find another man to tangle my heart with passion and desire
If I could find another man to open my eyes to the glow of his fire.

I want to stub my heart on the vision of beauty unearthed in my life
… Love is waiting for me to open the door.

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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.