So this is how it feels
to not quite be sailing
on the relation ship
but having it there
a few steps away
awkward pacing
tiny steps to get on
but it's not wishful thinking
the ship may end up sinking
at least it's within my reach,
whether it set sails or not
I don't know who will care
me
hopefully you
too.
Wow lots of water based poems recently, does this say something about me?
(not a rhetorical question, I geniuely have no idea whether writing a lot poetry based around water metaphors says something about me. It probably does)
I cannot see through
the hole of your pupil
nor read the lines of your palm
I don't know your emotion
if you're frustrated, shy or calm
I cannot hear your whisperings
that stroll from heart to brain
I don't know if you see me the same.
I don't know what you're thinking
when you half smile like that
I don't know how to pick up intonations
of your voice in simple chat
I don't know how you dream
or if you dream of me.
But I know I always wonder
whether I'll solve your mystery.
Oh and oneword.com for the title :)
Saw the word 'rebuild' on a sign and liked the word so thought I would make a poem about it. Because I'm that cool.
Rebuild
either brick by brick
or with a hand held out
with a tissue and tears
or smiles to replace the shouts.
Whether physical
or emotional
family or friend
house or community
there will always be people
around to help,
until the very end.
Posted this a few days ago on my phone and didn't have time to finish so wanted to edit it since it was quite a strong emotion at the time I started writing it.
Finding a voice
but doubt
as to when to use it
silenced by the looks
of scathing
contempt
the black of the pupils
shining
eager to hunt
to attack vulnerability
your vulnerability.
Silence
better than shouting
hiding
better than being found
and attacked
Looking at floor
rather than asking for more.
Bully.
