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His Name Is Mine...
by J. P. DaviesI hate to think of all the time I wasted.
Letting you know just who. I'm. Not.
It makes me sad to know that you never learned,
how you were so much, until it was too late.
Just because I couldn't face the life I had.
I spoke in riddle, tall-tale, and half-truth.
Painting a picture over my face.
I need to introduce you to someone vulnerable.
His name is mine but he isn't what you think.
He is every tragic story he could never tell you.
And very few of the funny anecdotes he spat.
He's just a kid who was looking for something
to make him seem bigger to you.
I can't believe all the things I said were lies.
I spoke so much, but seldom the truth.
And so I'm gonna tell you. I want you to meet
The sensitive guy you thought you saw.
The one who's feelings and emotions are panoramic.
He's here now just waiting for you to inquire.
As to how he came to be pushed down
to the point of an under-current.
Ready to let himself out at last.
And saying, "Please come in." 12/18/2003 Posted on 12/18/2003
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dana E Brossard on 12/18/03 at 11:47 AM Very well written |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/18/03 at 03:49 PM Oh my gosh, how your words touched a place in my own life...amazing. I will probably always find it strange that words pouring from the heart of someone I have never met can yet touch so deeply. And I will always be grateful when this happens, so I will say thank you - I am so grateful you put these words here for us to read. For me, you touched the place where children hide from the parents they see as adversaries, and then realize they are not. |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 12/18/03 at 03:55 PM Jordan, I'm so glad you've decided to be Jordan. He seems like a kick-bottom guy. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 12/18/03 at 08:20 PM I agree with Barbara. You're such an amazing person underneath the masks, and the occaisonal insecurities that come with you make you that much more beautiful. I love you. |
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