AN: As with all complicated emotion, there is a certain amount of confusion
to how you feel. One moment you feel one way, and the next you feel another
way. I wrote this poem without stopping to concentrate on rhyme, flow or
standardization. I did this simply because I didn't feel I could put such
shifty, raw emotion into a 'formed' poem. This latest peace of work may seem
disoriented, but that is to highten the effect of disoriented emotion. I
hope you enjoy this poem.


Watch as I bleed,
Do you see the pain,
Do you see the betrayal,
Can you hear the rain,
Hear it falling from my eyes,
Does it land upon you burning,
Do your feet twist,
Or do they turn with the turning,
Of my own shallow world.

I feel farther behind,
I think with my heart,
And I forget my mind,
I feel limp.
Can you feel me shift,
Can you feel my spirit wretch,
With the burden of the gift,
And the power of my heart.

Stupid.
I feel stupid,
I feel.....
Can you feel....
Do we feel at all,
Or is it just pretend?

Give me some leverage,
Send me something I can translate,
Something devoid of your usual talk,
Of destiny's plan and fate's fate,
Leave me something,
Leave me sanity, please,
Try not to help me,
If I fall to my knees,
I don't need to drag you with me,
I don't need you to hold my hand this time,
I don't need you to hold me this time,
I DON'T NEED YOU!

So why do I want you?

I'm angry, I'm upset,
I'm here, I'm going, I'm gone,
Moving towards silence,
I've been moving for so long,
I've always ran, I've always hid,
I could never stay before,
I could never stand still,
I could never close that door,
And remain inside one room,
I thought I give it a chance,
But now it's time to move,
Yet I'm still here.

Why am I still here?

Every time I touch you I can feel you,
I feel you move from my fingertips,
Into my arm and into my heart,
At one time everything moves,
Everything falls apart,
And then you touch me,
And everything stops,
Everything waits for us,
We both fall, we both drop,
You have the heart to follow me,
To fall with me,
To run with me,
To love with me,
To hate with me,
To wait for me at the end of my destination,
I can't run,
I can't move,
I can't escape,
I don't want to run,
I don't want to move anymore,

I love the way your love holds me,
Makes me still.
So I guess I will,
Stay here until,
You decide to move.

 
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