Assuming

Sleeping air

Threatens my lungs

To burst

In technicolor

Awaiting the unkempt

Silence of faded

And ruthlessly jadded

Memories

That I thought

I'd buried long ago.

Its the three sylables

You refuse to utter

The one word I long

For you to mutter.

It's the way I'm

Always wrong,

Full of assumptions,

But never right.

Failing on the inside

But outside I'm

A peachy keen

Sweetness

Putting on my face

Trying not to show

I'm a rightious mess.

(As) If

I belonged

These tears would

Have no reason

To cascade down

My face.

As water is

To a waterfall

A big yacht

In the Hamptons

Trying to break the ice

Smiling like I meant...

But..

That was a long shot

And I've already lost

The battle

On encyclopedia

Printer wars

And dramatic drama

(For my viewing pleasure)

Once upon a time

I was sure you saw me.

Expression the price to pay

For overabundance of criticism

And a blatant lack of support.

I was sure you saw me.

 

 

Thursday January 14, 2010

 

Reviews

[Art]

nice work...your thoughts give us the inner view of one who has or is assuming...that feeling of want and desire holding on to the reality as if it is...interestingly written poem...

[Poetic Beauty]

I know that I have felt like this a time or two in my life. This poem draws me in from the first line and holds my attention till the end. I can feel you pain mixed with disappointment. I love your writing style

[DBURKE]

I agree with Shannon- the flow was great and easy and the imagery was awsome! Great poem!

[Shannon]

This is beautiful. The imagery is simply amazing, and it flowed from line to line in a seamless pattern.