Friday, August 12, 2011

I Used To Live

I used to live
I used to kiss the midnight hours
From rolled down windows of aimless cars
Breathe the air of danger
And laugh at new acquaintances’ jokes
Tackle innocent nights with troubled intentions
Climb fences to trespass on private property
Hide in bushes from cops shining lights
Dance on cars in parking lots and sing to karaoke in Mexican and Russian restaurants and bars
I used to embrace the night and tell it all my secrets
And it would keep them. With promises that it would tell me its too.

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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.