![]() "I"A Poem by Not Afraid of Bruises![]() inspired by Rives![]() I once decided that I wouldn’t write poems with the word “I” anymore. I would be different I wouldn’t be self-centered Or that hibernating writer who lives on Canned nuts and has her necessities delivered to her front door, no, I’d get out Of my house, set up camp in a coffee shop where business Men and women watch me with a mixture of awe, fear and distaste – I would live And not force my readers to live my life through words that Hardly hold meaning or reasoning, trying to play The part of a hero to some Teen wearing black and snapping thumb and finger together, hoping I will hear him, look over at him And have a secret love affair in glances. I would not try to demand others to feel How I feel, See how I see or know what I know the way I know And think it to be, no… I would not use the word “I” in my poetry anymore. But I connect with the world through my poetry, Words run wild through my air conditioned room and I know No other way of how to say what I feel, For all writers feel, Some too much others not enough, but as a species we are All aware of the condition of lacking, that ache That rides and sits between us every night, The condition of wanting, needing longing And so maybe writers are required to be selfish, hell, Maybe they offer a class on it in some Secret writer’s conference along with how to deal with Those teenage boys wearing black trying to get in my pants, Maybe the only way to live is through words Because, it’s hell out there and hot in here, And who can really tell the difference anymore? © 2008 Not Afraid of BruisesReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 31, 2008 Author![]() Not Afraid of Bruisessomewhere beyond the Tagglewood, RIAboutVisit my website at http://www.caseyomalley.com/default.aspx! News: I was accepted for publication at the Sandy River Review (03/29/09)! PLEASE NOTE: I maybe be only 19, but I have been readin.. more..Writing
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