About Nothing and No One (06 November 2006)

trappedinmyradio

you showed me your picture...the one before
the rapture, or the ruptured rapport
you were new with your baby blues
you're a falling leaf...the only grief
that has ever followed me into the dream.
one before the fall. sticking your head
in a fan turned to high...coldest setting.
open your mouth to no one home and wait.
your wings are making the waves.
you're the moon, the stars, the wind.
the darkest point in the sky is why
i lie awake at night and wonder if
we ever can make it...up against the grain.
one before the fall. a black nail polish,
chipped from holding yourself up
and picking up your broken wings; the
ones you didn't tear off yourself -
the first and last thing they took from you.
the only thing i know to say,
right now, is, "you're beautiful,"
but, somehow, that doesn't seem to be
enough and i'm lost without you here.
all the ripples lead back to the ocean
and to missing out on the life
that you thought you never had.

(this was originally titled "Too Beautiful", with the same date stamp that you all are accustomed to seeing with me. but, i didn't want it to seem sappy. i wrote this the other night, based on the quote line. i really like this. i hope you do too.)


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nothing more than nothing less than the best of the only things that you ever offered me off the cuft in a run down booth in a checkered table cloth restaurant in Queens

Being Enlightened

I never have a hard time imagining moving pictures in my head when I read your poems, trapped. In this, I liked that you repeated "one before the fall" and that you started off with "the one before the rapture". I love the word rapture and it really effectively describes, in a sexy way, the way one can get so wrapped (rapt ) up in another. I really enjoyed experiencing this one!

twin2

Really nice. I had a mental picture as well.

trappedinmyradio

thanks...i appreciate you guys taking the time to read and respond. i really like this one. moreso than, probably, any of the other ones i have put here. i don't know why.

steppenwolf

i know who this is about.

Ali

Trapped...

such a lovely,as to what it seems,love poem.AS I sit here and listen to hendrix,all I can do is feel.
And I myself-dyed my hair red tonight.Forget the black nailpolish:)

trappedinmyradio

steppenwolf wrote:

i know who this is about.

no, you don't.