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Life and Soul
Why should I
Wave and say hi,
Hold the door open,
And let the awkward silence be broken.
I leave before the party is on.
And arrive home before everyone is gone.
Except you.
Composed in the corner,
Legs bent and crossed.
Curled up to your heartbeat, waiting.
Collapsed and staring at nothing.
Contemplating,
With doe-bloodshot eyes,
Seeing through the lies.
You strip me to the core,
Without moving at all.
I am "reduced" to nothing more
Than a shivering mess.
In your corner.
Long after the party,
Has left through that door.
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Comment by: sarra - 2007-10-22 23:06
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| The way I interpreted this was some one who felt like they weren't noticed in a group of people and if they left, they'd not be missed anyway... but then there was that one person who saw them for who they were, saw past the walls. I liked this a lot. Sounded a lot like me back in the day. |
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You strip me to the core,
Without moving at all.
i like this line, if it were mine, i would use this as a starting point for a new piece. That's how i write anyway. I can put down a dozen stanzas, then pick one or two lines that i think sum up the piece and start over with them. I've done this with most of my stuff over the course of several years. Picking the useful bits and starting over with those as the starting point. Yes, it's probably the slowest possible way of writing i can discover, but it works for me and the stuff that comes from this process i'm happy with. |
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