You Don't Even Know My Name

I made no mention of

battles to come, beat no drum

as I walked slowly into

slow motion

my eyes fixed upon you,

your devotions, now

like oceans

wild, where hurricanes beat

the waves like a battered child.

 

Yeah, that's precisely what

ran through my head when

you passed me and

glanced back, unkowing of

your close brush with an

ageless aristocrat, defrocked

by my current residence in

a classless society.

Your eyes on me,

mine through your "you"

maybe I was cute,

or maybe I'd reciprocate

not make you wait for

my concept of time to realign

with yours

but then the sign changed

and I crossed the street of

now and into the future.

 

All the while...

I smiled, just glad

you'd noticed me.

Author's Note

Messing around.
This isn't about anyone in specific.
What do you think?

Reviews

[Katrina]

A) I do know your name, we already went over this. Okay? So just drop it.
B) I really like this poem. I'm terrible at writing shorter things. I've told you that before, but it remains true so I envy how you can paint such a picture with so few words.
C) It's a sweet poem. Mikey Mike Likes writes sweet little poems. Don't hit me, okay? No e-buse.
D) Wouldn't it be funny if I just ran through the whole alphabet in this review? Hah. Okay, I'll spare you.

For real though, it was sweet without being corny. Short without seeming short. Basically like everything you write, quite fantastic. Kat stamp dear. KAT STAMP.

[A Spectacular Case]

I really like this, I love the ageless aristocrat bit.
It's really quite sophisticated, and you've managed not to make it corny! nice one, haha.
x

[Erin]

I love this, captures perfectly that train of thought after making eye contact with a stranger. Really great read.