a compass for strangers

Whenever I'm alone

I remember what you said to me

about how I'm not dead, but i might be a gravestone

how I can just not miss you

by dismissing you

and how when the trees tap on the window in a storm

they just want inside

where their roots are

and when the wind howls it just wants to be left alone

to practice the human language of love

but feels too cold to repeat

i believe you

you're not a writer, you're a lover

because you spell life out very clear to me

but like an executioner, you forgot about me

and like a teacher, you taught me so much

and sometimes when i'm trying to be a feather

i want to be a brick house

i don't like being water anymore

i don't want to fly 

soon we'll both board up our memories

and sell the house

and set our past off sailing

and need a compass

just to find each other

I don't want to be a stranger

I miss you

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

I love the whole feeling behind this poem. It's sort of this lost and searching feeling that transcends everything. I love the title and the way it all wraps up in the end. Very nice writing!

[Richard]

thanks very much :) thank you

[Brittany Zedalis]

This was really enjoyable to read. There's a lot I like about this poem, but the biggest thing is how every line just fits together really well for the poem as a whole. I especially like the last 2 lines. Write on!

[Richard]

write on you crazy diamond :)
hah thank you very much I appreciate that

[Brittany Zedalis]

You're welcome ^-^

[Richard]

I basically get very down sometimes is sort of the idea behind that
but sometimes I get in a playful mood

[Brittany Zedalis]

We all get down sometimes, but sometimes the best writing comes from it.