Storms are
what is melting in my head.
I began on a solid
but found it false.
I am not stone.
I am not untouchable
unchangeable
alone and therefore fool proof.
Interaction and availability kills to see the real me.
I kill to see the truth of me.
The questions
unfound stories
untold dreams remembered growing old to seek truth
storms.
Thunder rolling out like… dough.
Pizza’s of the universe
tossed
thrown
pounded and buried.
What are you made of?
May I ever know?
Touch hold caress move to your chest to rest
yet you have blown through
left
with the storm
Maybe I am solid and that is…
All that touches me is storm.
Rain dropped in haste.
Me, from where I stand
I can’t cannot touch or move you… yet daily you rain.
Wet.
Stuck within my iron jeans you see every inch of me.
Who are you? Stop fucking with me.
My vision of solitude.
Safety is gone.
Take me to you so I can know you
trust you love you.
Why
must I hold onto rain.
"I am not stone.
I am not untouchable
unchangeable
alone and therefore fool proof.
Interaction and availability kills to see the real me. "
I think that these lines are magnificent, a perfect way to show the frailty of the human spirit.
"Who are you? Stop [censored] with me.
My vision of solitude.
Safety is gone.
Take me to you so I can know you
trust you love you.
Why
must I hold onto rain."
I feel that you have put the way I feel about my ex into words here...and perfectly. This poem is wonderful.
I think this piece has some awesome metaphorical comparisons. I like the whole symbolism of comparing what you've experienced to "the storm" overall a good piece.
I like the style, the format was a little difficult to read I had to read it a few times to really grasp what your piece's meaning but overall a good read. Thank u for sharing
Submission Name: Storms
