treating each other right

Felicity

what does it mean to do that
in a sterile world of words alone
i'm sitting here thinking
of what i could have possibly done
to make you turn it back
as if it's all my fault
but it isn't
i know i had it right
i feel it in my bones
you have said i'm sorry so much
that i'm not quite sure what
you are sorry about now
you said i love you so much
that i'm not quite sure what
that really ever meant
in its retarded way,it is true still
i have feelings for you
for your loneliness,for your luagh
you let me vent on you for so long
and it made me feel a little better
only not so much
because what i'd rather be saying
is how much you have changed my life
and how i need to stop blaming you
or thinking that i was never worthy
that's the truth
being mean to myself
was being mean to you too
it discredited all you might
have really felt
i wanted to hear you scream it
to tell me with gusto and passion
to repeat that it would never change
and that you would find a healthy way
to see to it that i finally accepted
your love for me
don't love me,i said a thousand times
i couldn't bear it to be true
don't tease my heart,i begged
unless your intentions were real
don't ask me,i implored you
to give up everything

but i did

so now i see that my anger
belittles the respect my feelings should have
for what is given,is sent back in return
around and around
i know that of you

tonight i am resting in love's sweet nest
i'm touching it again with my tongue
i never want to lose the feeling
and i'm glad you are sending me
the chills and the shivers
like i have every time i look in your eyes

my darling,never will it cease
please forgive me
if i made you feel badly

*oh* i have just spilled the tears
that i know you can feel
for i understand you
inasmuch as a feather knows the wind

i love you

grooveamatic

I love poems where the title is read as the first line of the poem. Makes me step back and start thinking. Cool.

Felicity

grooveamatic wrote:

I love poems where the title is read as the first line of the poem. Makes me step back and start thinking. Cool.

make me feel special without really saying much.how do you do that?

what are you thinking about?

grooveamatic

Felicity wrote:

make me feel special without really saying much.how do you do that?

what are you thinking about?

awww, shucks...I'm just saying what I feel.

What am I thinking about? In the case of your poem, it made me think about language in general...how malleable and elastic it can be even though there are all these rules, and how the most stunning poetry finds artful ways to bend or break the rules...that sort of thing.

Felicity

words have elated me,thrilled me,scared me,held me when i was alone,made me realize that we all are alone anyway.and we are all one big energy too.

i wonder why my arms are feeling so buzzy?

grooveamatic

there have been times in my life that I felt so alone, words were the only thing that seemed to connect me to the world, to myself, to anything at all...words were the only thing I could control--everything else controlled me. Writing, reading, even speaking were statements of myself to the world all around me that I was still here, and that I could no sooner be silenced by despair than I could by thrilling love.

Why are my arms feeling all buzzy right now?

Felicity

on the buzzing.

though i'd love to stay up all night and talk with you,i am off to bed.

grooveamatic

Felicity wrote:

on the buzzing.

though i'd love to stay up all night and talk with you,i am off to bed.

the buzzing, it is nice.


have a great night...I'll be seeing you around.

Felicity

thank you.

yes.nice.