HIPPOCAMPUS

We saw

each other today. What a thing: to meet

people. The streets

are quiet tonight; I love him,

I love him, I love him; but I don’t

love him, you see? I’ve been crying a lot. What 

a thing: to cry. How did god come up with

that? There is no other emotion--perhaps

only shame, sometimes--with such a physical

response.

I can’t read my mind any longer; there’s

a wall. How toxic, how bizarre: to live. I can’t see how

god could come up with 

such a thing.

Reviews

[LouisianaBird]

This is the first poem of yours that I have read, and I am now eager to look through your writes. Your style and flow is so seamless and beautiful. I haven't read something that easily on this website in a very long time. Kudos!

[Ruth]

Wow, impressive. I enjoyed this a lot. Palpable tension throughout :)

[Coyote Song]

A very tragic love poem in the midst of much wonder and confusion. A very wel done crafted poem. I enjoyed it a lot.

[Saria Lon]

Lovely. I really like the interesting structure you use. It creates a good rhythm and a sense of uncertainty and despair. Maybe if you separated "god could come up with" and "such a thing" into different lines, it would fit with the rhythm slightly better, but it's a minor thing, the poem is already really good and that change is not very necessary. Great job. :)

[ranscan]

A very interesting conversion of the term Hippocampus, and a sultry interior conversation between desire and doubt. I enjoyed reading this, sorry, I know there is pain there, yet I applaud the bravery of its expression and the skill.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

The confusion, the pain and more confusion on emotions one might call love but never really are. Such an awful situation is spelled out nicely in your poem. Questions but no real answers. What i love? Not this pain, surely.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

a beautiful poem of what it means to be in love. the confusion beyond the feelings. loved this.

[Sebastian Romero]

thank youu :)

[Pseudonym Mindless]

A beautiful poem, capturing what it is to try and love but fail, invoking strong emotion with so few words. It represents what a poem should be, something specific described beyond words, art.

Good job.

[Sebastian Romero]

thank youu