Skipping Stones

Remember the wall, where we used to hide, remember the field, where we used to kiss.

For once there is a song
a sweet melody ringing in my ears
something that speaks for itself
without letting any emotions fly
I have tried to catch them before
I've seen them in my dreams
I have lifted from the ditches to gaze at them
They will be something I will always remember

 

"There's no way I will ever forget you
simply because you have imbedded
yourself in my mind, a memory there
forever, never fading."

 

I want to touch those emotions
many times before I have tried
but luck was not in my side those
many, many times I've tried.
There is in fact,
I clock counting down the time
the time left in life
But it doesn't matter because
I'm taking the long way home

 

The feelings that form
like and etch-a-sketch toy
I could shake them all I want
but they will never disintegrate

never leave the sight of my eyes
they could gather dust at the back
of my messy mind
but never will they pour out
no matter how I try to fix them
mold and make them
it just doesn't work like that
 

I'm not meant to relieve myself
of these riddled games

"When you're all alone,
its easy to hesitate,
like watching a girl's heart break."

 

But even though those emotions
cannot even expose too much on
paper, it all doesn't matter because

 

I'm taking the long way home.

 

Author's Note

This has a lot of what is really going on inside my head.

Reviews

[Cardinal Robin]

Wow...I always wanted extra slices of the pizza of you, and here you share with us this amazing...no, intimate look at how you click. Your words embrace well the metaphor of the long way home and draw us gracefully in to the world of your ordinary madness. Great stuff, and a unique look into your singular POV. Love this!
Robin

[Vanessa]

Hmm.... still waiting for your conversations with Thomas.

This one, thankfully, is good enough to fulfill my desire.
Great one, this is.

--vk

[Jetta Zippora]

Wow! I love the images and feeling in it! Powerful words!