Post by cry,crayola. on Oct 20, 2006 6:44:56 GMT -8
alright. this is response to a poem i wrote a very very very very long time ago, and actually posted on here. it was my second to this website, i believe. anyways, i understand it may be cliche, but this is more for my own content, i suppose. working in a clever imagery tool seems a little unimportant to me. its meant to connect to the poem before it. so i'll give you the old and the new.
inviting yet excluding at the same time
i stand at the doors knocking
there's someone there waiting,
wanting to let me in,
hoping to let me in
he stands there, eyes shining
he on his side of the doors, me on the other
he's watching me,
wanting me to be inside
where he is
he looks, then walks away to someone else's call
i want to bang at the doors, his light blue eyes against
my own brown
but i turn and walk away
he's opened the doors to his eyes, a place that holds
everything wonderful about him, to another.
should i knock at other doors, other eyes to be
explored?
he wants to answer to me, i know,
but can i wait?
can i wait for the other to leave his doors and me to
enter?
i ponder as i reluctantly walk away.
i just want the doors to open.
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walking away, broken hearted
downcast.
away from the doors that held me in.
oh, what a lovely place to keep captured.
a prisoner of will.
traveling down away from what i've known so long,
a simple glance back at what i no longer occupy.
the house, his heart, broken as well.
me, once pleading to be let in,
disowned by his insecurity.
but those eyes that kept me captivated.
his loving smile
everything about him calls me back.
i've chosen, reluctantly, this course.
the doors long shut and i long gone.
still sour at the new couple it holds.
i restrain from beating upon them,
this is whats meant to be.
I,
a bystander, an admirer,
wait outside
pacing back and forth
contemplating, debating
and finally deciding.
houses are beautiful in their splendor
i'm not limited in admiring only one forever.
i refuse to be.
i stand at the doors knocking
there's someone there waiting,
wanting to let me in,
hoping to let me in
he stands there, eyes shining
he on his side of the doors, me on the other
he's watching me,
wanting me to be inside
where he is
he looks, then walks away to someone else's call
i want to bang at the doors, his light blue eyes against
my own brown
but i turn and walk away
he's opened the doors to his eyes, a place that holds
everything wonderful about him, to another.
should i knock at other doors, other eyes to be
explored?
he wants to answer to me, i know,
but can i wait?
can i wait for the other to leave his doors and me to
enter?
i ponder as i reluctantly walk away.
i just want the doors to open.
---------------------------------------------------------
walking away, broken hearted
downcast.
away from the doors that held me in.
oh, what a lovely place to keep captured.
a prisoner of will.
traveling down away from what i've known so long,
a simple glance back at what i no longer occupy.
the house, his heart, broken as well.
me, once pleading to be let in,
disowned by his insecurity.
but those eyes that kept me captivated.
his loving smile
everything about him calls me back.
i've chosen, reluctantly, this course.
the doors long shut and i long gone.
still sour at the new couple it holds.
i restrain from beating upon them,
this is whats meant to be.
I,
a bystander, an admirer,
wait outside
pacing back and forth
contemplating, debating
and finally deciding.
houses are beautiful in their splendor
i'm not limited in admiring only one forever.
i refuse to be.
