...and Whiskers on Kittens

...and Whiskers on Kittens

A Poem by EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS
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...thoughts on the world and a singular place in it

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when it came down to things

it could have been raining

but at the moment

I find it pleasant enough

to keep my head down and keep going

more of the self righteous gorgeous

trying to make names for themselves

never falling short

because they’re so obviously

good at everything

 

I think it was something you said

that questioned my sanity

and my nerve

so automatically

like the way I can’t see the other side

of the fence posts

when it’s raining too hard

like now

when I can’t formulate what you’re trying to say

with what you’re simply pointing out

I feel like I’m losing things constantly

in translation

as I move two feet together

across the beaten floor boards

and the rhythm of the raindrops

tries to lull me to sleep

unsuccessfully

 

the clouds have started mixing with the air

and the rain

so much that it’s getting hard to see

I can hear you more than see you

at this point

but I’m alright and functioning

so long as I can hear your voice

through the pitters and patters

 

I try not to stare out the window so much

this time

because it makes me seem so desperate

naïve

so insecure with the present

when it’s really just your presence doing the unnerving

making me choke

causing me to trip

over the invisible strings

tying my shoes together

 

I feel like I missed something

and not the first time

at that

it’s like stable energy

reforming

but never disappearing

resembling so much

the way I can hardly make out your outline

but can hear your breath

through all the precipitation

I guess it’s just me trying to make

sense

out of all this racket

frankly, I really don’t see the help

in all this thunder

 

© 2008 EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS


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Wow, i really liked this, it's not your typical thing that goes with the rain but it seems so real, so utterly real that you feel a need to step back because you might be intruding (or at least that's how i felt) and i felt so inexplicably sorry for her or him.

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