While I have you fear, you are not me.
I am not you. Though if you were i'd slice you
cut you unstitch you and examen you
the scar you left behind, the life birthed
I am not you, though if you were i'd slice you
fear: sticky red gooey tar, sucking my hope
the scar you left behind the life birthed
from the spot after I burned myself free
Fear: sticky red gooey tar, sucking my hope
I take judgment off your glue and look, just look
From the spot after I burned myself free
The core is the same? The core is the same - the same
I take judgment off your glue and look, jsut look
love: i've lost count of the numbered site - it's you?
The core is the same? The core is the same - the same
White, waiting - wistful fresh-after-rain-morning
love: i've lost count of the numbered site - it's you?
Breath lost at first touch of toe to dewy grass
White, waiting - wistful fresh-after-rain-morning
Knees buckled by laughing tears, "Hello!!"
Breath lost at first touch of toe to dewy grass
cut you unstitch you and examen you
Knees buckled by laughing tears, "Hello!!"
While I have you fear, you are not me.
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Very interesting and I loved it.
"While I have you fear, you are not me."
This is my favorite line. Even though all of us have fear how true it is that we are not fear itself. Awesome poem!
Posted by: Kristie (Just Me) | August 17, 2010 at 05:51 PM
Very impressive work!
Posted by: Mary | August 17, 2010 at 06:37 PM
I am not you,
but I believe in you,
I am like you here...
love your style!
:)
Posted by: Jingle | August 18, 2010 at 10:13 AM
I agree, this is a great line..
'While I have you fear, you are not me.'
Excellent writing.
Posted by: Paul Andrew Russell | August 23, 2010 at 01:26 PM