Monday, May 28, 2012

The XX "Shelter"

'HWY 17' Dream

It happened so softly
A kiss that has melted into reality
And broken free of dreams

Reached across with mellow music
Pulling us ear to ear
Nothing was forsaken
Just the time that got away

Lovers only meet so briefly
Life becomes a treat so sweetly
When hearts find warmth in lips

It takes a chance and pinch of trust
A dash of fate and cup of lust
These ingredients are a few to find
The next time love is a long long line

Sometimes people meet again
And love can spring anew
These once in a lifetime opportunities
Will happen oh so few

So wear your heart on your sleeve
Leave your armor on the floor
Love is a strange and ruthless
And will take only naked souls

About Woe

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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.