a cardigan swirl

soundgrungersoundgrunger Posts: 218
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i miss the days when everything would mean nothing and nothing was everything
so different it feels to me now
i don't even believe half the things i see anymore; what's real, or mere reflection?
how do i or will i ever know?

to trust again, to see again, to feel again

this numbness is my apathy
but something else is what i want to feel

and now i can't figure out how to get out of this place, this face
it's all stuck to me, to be free, and i don't need this anymore

what if i don't even want it?

the loveless whispers of a cardigan swirl
lips lock, love's suck, and now i drip, drop, drip, drop
look out inside and feel something different than this
to trust again, to see again, to feel again

this numbness is my apathy
but something else is what i want to feel
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Comments

  • great poem, really..
    "There are no facts, only interpretations"(Nietzsche)


    "I know i was born and i know i will die/The inbetwen is mine"
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