it cant be something simple by Travis G FinborgHow to express my love For those that seem to destroy me with a breath There whims and fancies Spreading out before me Like a pool of sound waves Refracting, collection dissolving How do I express my love Do I enjoy watching my hateful Actions bring about Emotional distress, Contemplating in my basement Of emotional disconnection The affect I will have on those I cannot touch Watching a whirl of wind Peal apart the leaves Flaking and distressing My love is a physical Reaction A swell of blood and flesh Hearing the terrible result Of my family sliding into a version of hell Existence of a dismal level A desire of mine to join with the eventual, a friendly encounter Needed to be exploded into a lustful debauchery Let me slide into a sexual prayer The listless god of physical pleasure I will forget my humanity Become a base being reacting on impulse and leisure Let me anywise this after the semen has dried Let me picture my guilt gnashing its teeth In the interior of my skull A small tumor of emotional reaction eating a way through my conscious thought patterns a wave a small wave a trickle falling suspended in the air collecting dust as it falls into a pool the pattern of circular reaction slowly bouncing off the interior How do I express my love For the distracted immersed youthful exuberance The last time I saw your face it was a good bye The last time I heard your voice it was groggy with sleep
09/06/2003 Posted on 09/07/2003 Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
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Posted by Scott Cadence on 09/07/03 at 07:14 AM Enjoyed this. I could feel the progression as you wrote it - starting off collected with a single idea and then flowing into a heavy array of emotions - poetry is very therapeutic for this reason. Vivid word usage - 'leaves flaking and distressing'. Your intimacy with the reader is a solid - good work. |
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