Monday, July 25, 2011

All These Nights Alone

All these nights alone
I’ve wanted and wanted
Something more
Something different
To keep me warm

All I want is you
To balance out the bed
To wrestle in the sheets
To touch your skin and braise your muscles
Wrap my arms around your body and call you mine

Wont need to use my eyes
Wont need to use my voice
Just reach across and feel you near
Know nothing’s in between
Know everything is here

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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.