1. Ways to find me, someone elses spine. Darling darling, when are you coming to find me? Oh, so the cherry on the palm of your hand- maybe a lie.
2.The roots growing in a smile, oh, you touching me free. Poor girl, oh, the dancing on your smile. Dreamy head poor girl.
3. Where are you? The crease in the tissues, the curve of your voice; somewhere on my ribs. A deer & dear you, ways to find me is a list of crickets, a house of cats, a herd of hearts.
"The crease in the tissues, the curve of your voice;"
to be honest, phrases like this always run from the back of my head and to the tip of my tongue, but I have so much trouble pinning it down as the written word as magically as you have. You amaze me.
But yea, getting back to your poem..I love the concept here and the way you broke it up. I didn't get it at first, but after a few readings and a little explanation from you I got it..I like a challenge
it just goes to show, that not all forms of conflict are horrible..i.e. the conflict of trying to understand something, in this case..OMG it's something I cherish
the first part, for example, about searching for someone either consciously or unconsciously trying to find someone else through you, and you wanna be just loved for who you are, and you realize there's a lack of purity in not having that. I can see you sighing and rolling your eyes at the thought, and at the same time, letting it go.
and the way it moves and resolves through your ability to dream in the midst of and in spite of things being amiss
so yea that line I quoted, it makes sense in the context of the whole..someone's voice who's really meant to find you, you feel him coursing even through your sadness, and his voice is comfortable even there, because he loves you for who you are, he takes the good w/ the bad and embraces it all.
I'm making up for reviews I haven't returned. So you may get a few from me depending :). OK, I don't really understand this but then again im really tired lol
"The crease in the tissues, the curve of your voice;"
to be honest, phrases like this always run from the back of my head and to the tip of my tongue, but I have so much trouble pinning it down as the written word as magically as you have. You amaze me.
But yea, getting back to your poem..I love the concept here and the way you broke it up. I didn't get it at first, but after a few readings and a little explanation from you I got it..I like a challenge
it just goes to show, that not all forms of conflict are horrible..i.e. the conflict of trying to understand something, in this case..OMG it's something I cherish
the first part, for example, about searching for someone either consciously or unconsciously trying to find someone else through you, and you wanna be just loved for who you are, and you realize there's a lack of purity in not having that. I can see you sighing and rolling your eyes at the thought, and at the same time, letting it go.
and the way it moves and resolves through your ability to dream in the midst of and in spite of things being amiss
so yea that line I quoted, it makes sense in the context of the whole..someone's voice who's really meant to find you, you feel him coursing even through your sadness, and his voice is comfortable even there, because he loves you for who you are, he takes the good w/ the bad and embraces it all.
kisses on the neck and writing rules my life
and determinsim is a b***h but me and her made a deal so it's all good now. in fact, shes doing a lot of great things for me.
Take down the lo.. more..