Balance

Balance

A Poem by Erin
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I am finally letting myself know what I have been thinking for months. And dissecting everything I'm made of.

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I might be naïve,
But you’re here with me.
Fumbling in the dark for some sort of light.
Dark,
Then Bright.
And we never notice the transition.


 

 

I-Me-She—This Person.
This person that I am,
She looks life in the eye and makes sarcastic jokes in Its face.

You-He—That Person.
That person that you are in my mind,
Laughs and Lives and Feels,
Feels for ME.
And thinks that he can see through me.
And if I can’t possibly see all the layers,
How should I know if he’s right?


We acknowledge the dark side of humanity,
And I feel jaded and old and cynical.
You brush this dirt and dust off the artifact I feel and find my frozen brittleness.
Obsidian.
Dark as night, and fragile as our breaths intermingling.


Naïve.
Am I-Me—This Girl?
Like she was slapped--

Her face burns with shame and confusion.
Open mouth to respond,
And heart plummets down to table:
Raw and Red and Bleeding,
Beating a primal beat,
On a primal drum.
Telling a primal instinct,
A feeling.


Because we’re not looking at the whole picture
It’s not about the Depths or the Highs,
The Pain or the Pleasure,
It’s about Balance.
Everything is about Balance
Even I want Balance.


I want you to kiss me so hard I taste my own bitten lip.
And I want you to hold me so softly that I feel I must be the most sought after thought the world ever let live.

I want to tear our clothes off,
And I want us to put on the thickest covers of night.
I want to wrap my limbs around you,
And burst to a pinpoint of the most brilliant light.
I want this all at the exact same time.

And I want every mutually exclusive thing in life...

it's about Balance.


And when I’m weighted and burdened and sprawled in the dirt you return this.
And when I’m jumping off of cliffs and flying through the sky you pull me down safely.
Even I want Balance.

No longer Obsidian,

But Polished Crystal.
Pure and clear and Finished.


And,
Oh GOD...
I want You-I-Me-We—


One.


© 2008 Erin



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"I want you to kiss me so hard I taste my own bitten lip.
And I want you to hold me so softly that I feel I must be the most sought after thought the world ever let live.

I want to tear our clothes off,
And I want us to put on the thickest covers of night.
I want to wrap my limbs around you,
And burst to a pinpoint of the most brilliant light.
I want this all at the exact same time.

And I want every mutually exclusive thing in life...

it's about Balance.


And when I’m weighted and burdened and sprawled in the dirt you return this.
And when I’m jumping off of cliffs and flying through the sky you pull me down safely.
Even I want Balance.

No longer Obsidian,

But Polished Crystal.
Pure and clear and Finished.


And,
Oh GOD...
I want You-I-Me-We—


One."

I feel like I just read a slice of my own soul.
And I feel even luckier to have read this today.

This is beyond amazing.

Erin, I have just become your number one fan.
Antonio xx



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"I want you to kiss me so hard I taste my own bitten lip.
And I want you to hold me so softly that I feel I must be the most sought after thought the world ever let live.

I want to tear our clothes off,
And I want us to put on the thickest covers of night.
I want to wrap my limbs around you,
And burst to a pinpoint of the most brilliant light.
I want this all at the exact same time.

And I want every mutually exclusive thing in life...

it's about Balance.


And when I’m weighted and burdened and sprawled in the dirt you return this.
And when I’m jumping off of cliffs and flying through the sky you pull me down safely.
Even I want Balance.

No longer Obsidian,

But Polished Crystal.
Pure and clear and Finished.


And,
Oh GOD...
I want You-I-Me-We—


One."

I feel like I just read a slice of my own soul.
And I feel even luckier to have read this today.

This is beyond amazing.

Erin, I have just become your number one fan.
Antonio xx



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Yearning is an expansive concept...sometimes overwhelming.

Nice thoughts in your poem.

Good work...

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Strength is found in hope and hope brings faith, nice bit of thoughtful wording,
Jan/Uisiom



Posted 9 Years Ago


Now this was something that started with me wondering where she's going with it...then at some point a dam broke and the flood of mind, heart and soul rushed down the page making everything crystal clear!
The flow of this was perfect. I would normally say it's a bit long, But in this case the length allowed for it to build to a magnificant ended at just the right pace.

Wonderful right!
I loved the how God with in us, is the one that we want to make love to. That image alone makes this piece priceless in my view!

Aaron Maycroft

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There are so many points in this piece I enjoyed, I'm afraid I'd be pasting the whole thing here if I tried to show you them all. You have such an eloquent way of making emotions seem to reach out to the individual. I want to hug you right now, because you seem to be on the exact same wavelength as I. This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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