I thought I would remove the "self" from my convoluted mind
the self which only exists, contorted, exalted in your eyes to please you or revolt you; the other
There won't be no prickling shame if it weren't for you-the other
the other's self- I can't escape or hide from
I would erase you if it weren't a crime-sin and more shame from the other
the other's self which resists, galvanized and contrived by my brain taught to hallucinate you and accept you; the other
It's as if we are back to back and each facing a mirror where we'd sometimes catch each other's reflections; A vision where we can never meet- the other
I ought to shed my "self" and your "self" from my awareness's shelf
maybe it's all a mirage where nothing subsists beyond our selves.
I would chase you if it weren't that death's agreeable and unpredictable
After all there won't be no needling pain if it weren't for you- the other
the true other - I can't ever hold or get close to.
| Interesting. I like it...|
"It's as if we are back to back and each facing a mirror where we'd sometimes catch each other's reflections; A vision where we can never meet- the other" That is such an amazing visual. So imaginative, so personal. The emotion is almost sweet...but bitter. Like love.
I'm feeling like this is about an alter ego. This is a beautiful alter ego poem. I feel like you've accepted 'the other', as you say, but regretfully. Almost in a sarcastic way.
Very intriguing. Wonderful job.
|| Posted on 2007-07-28 00:00:00 | by fightingirl19 | [ Reply to This ] |