Wednesday, July 18

(photo by alfonso de castro)







Space,
How can I overcome the space
Between me and you
When I can't even understand myself
The least bit at all
Even when I want to?

Love,
How can I feel love anymore
Between me and you
When I can't bring myself to love
My own cold body
Even when I should do?

Death,
How can I bring a death
Between me and you
Though I want no more thinning life
For my own self desires
Even so I have to.

6 comments:

Hans said...

I like the photos you've chosen with the poems. This poem is sad, not surprising, but I WISH there was some way for you to find that special person!

Metamatician said...

Me too =|

After I wrote it I thought it sounded kinda John Lennon-ish (his solo stuff). Not as good as him, but his lyrical style.

Wasn't intentional though. Funny how your influences are always at work subconsciously.

Hans said...

yeh, i can see this being lyrical with the titles in between... good idea -

Metamatician said...

It's just one poem, btw.

Hans said...

i meant poem in the singular....i realize the titles are part of the poem. I hate typos!

Metamatician said...

Aucun problème

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