posted March 17, 2008 10:41 PM         

These are the hard moments for me
When I'm alone with this brain
I've been cursed with
I let it take me over
with it's ego and insecurity
I want freedom
I want nothing to change
I don't want to give in
give up my power
But I want him to be different
Give up his world and his independence
Which I claim to appreciate
and do what I want
Yet I can't say what that is
to myself or anyone
It changes all the time
I expect the one for me to know
to understand without my instruction
How to give me love
how to give me space
and time
Travel this mortal coil with me
Never pulling the cord
or needing an explination
of the adventures I have in store

And I wish I could be alone
could let myself learn how
to make that okay
Wish these times would never come
When I question everything

A moment ago his voice thrilled me
Now I want to tear out his eyes
and demand that they see
Through the mask I wear for everyone but him
I show him my vulnerable side
then turn cold so fast
Challenge him to keep up
I long to be his goddess
The one he places above all others
But can't handle the proximity
His words can be so tender
the gentle whisper with eyes unblinking
smashed to pieces by his own misgivings
The war we wage for the same purpose
Thwarted by the battles we fight
Each side covered in armour
so thick
Built on lies and memories

Trust is our oil
Love is our peace

Slyly we glance sideways
Coyly our answers we calculate
In these moments when words
are our weapons

Sizing up the other side
so unsure what to give
The scars and scortch marks
like badges shine on our chests

Trying to be the balm
With claw hands and metal lips
What we want
Gets lost between heart and head
Things we should say
Burn our throats before we can utter them

We handle these matters like generals
The logic before the passion
These tactics rehearsed to draw out the enemy

posted March 17, 2008 10:51 PM         

You are letting things go of your heart and that's certainly not lame and I don't think that your poem is lame either.

Your poem certainly reminds me of some one who is a little close and a little cold to me.

posted March 17, 2008 10:54 PM         

Why are you so high up there, girl?
Your voice gives me the willies. :shakes: I can hear it, ya know? That cold, piercing wind has got resonance! You're an aquarius, right?

This is very strong again. Where is your warmth? Where is your heat? I know it's in there! Even you're writing is protected! Show me that soul, child! No one here can hurt you.

posted March 17, 2008 10:59 PM         

... I miss passion..

posted March 17, 2008 11:02 PM         

Makes for B U tiful writing!