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I'm on to you

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited January 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my sounds are wasted on your deaf ears
my words are ruined by your illiterate eyes
you think that silk is sandpaper
and sandpaper is silk
and you think that rubbing alcohol
is soothing ice cold milk

I can't figure you out, but I will
and when I do, watch out
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    i hope in a good way!
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    I'm back .... ...
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    so does 4 dots then 3 dots mean fuck you?
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    no, but it should

    it actually means the message "I'm back" is too short, so I put some dots so it would let me enter it
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    small things like that can be irritating.

    i've been pondering your poem though.at once i sense frustration and determination to solve a problem.my friend and i were discussing the fact that most people seem to be asleep in life,seeing no more deeply than what's on tv or in the news.

    so when someone's trying to wake up the comatose masses,revolution through writing or art or music,i personally must praise that.

    but i'm curious about what(or who)needs to be figured out and what needs to be watched out for.will you be beside yourself with joy?will you be a hero?or are you full of hot air?

    anyway glad you could enter.
  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    Kwyjibo wrote:
    my sounds are wasted on your deaf ears
    my words are ruined by your illiterate eyes
    you think that silk is sandpaper
    and sandpaper is silk
    and you think that rubbing alcohol
    is soothing ice cold milk

    I can't figure you out, but I will
    and when I do, watch out

    You write such, tender,heartbreaking poems when it comes down to it,...tres interessant.
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    Kwyjibo wrote:
    my sounds are wasted on your deaf ears
    my words are ruined by your illiterate eyes
    you think that silk is sandpaper
    and sandpaper is silk
    and you think that rubbing alcohol
    is soothing ice cold milk

    I can't figure you out, but I will
    and when I do, watch out
    After many years of thinking about this topic I wonder if it's necessary to figure someone else out. Look how much angst the main character feels from not understanding another person. What would the main character of this poem say to someone resigned to not-figuring-out another person? Is that a respectful attitude to others or is it not?
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    thanks for all of the response to this little number. I'm glad it was food for thought

    no one can know what is inside someone's mind, and what I wrote in this poem is a little bit off base, except ofr the last part. y'all nailed that part dead on ;)
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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