Just a drop of water…
To wet my tongue like you used to do
Just to pull the mug in closer…
To replace the distance we’ve created.
… I can fill it up as I please, when I’m once again reminded of the emptiness my thirst leaves.
You unreluctantly dismissed me as the tides kept pushing me to my knees…
The tears have disappeared and the tracks can no longer be seen.
But memories of our mysterious future still slip into and out of my mind like those waves that crash in my vision taunting me.
Passing by the sand I hold on loosely to the place you left me.
I go searching in far corners for water from other sources.
Still somehow I always wind up at this same place
Sometimes laying low to fall into the sound of your pulling in and out of shore.
Hoping one day you’ll reach me and pull me into your lips to wet once more.
- 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.