Monday, September 5, 2011


Steps without you seem so loud
Because I miss your voice
Your whisper in the crowd

Tell me what you did today
What went through your mind
Mine was lost and fruitless
Wishing I had made a promise, to keep you mine

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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.