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This is not how I want to be, this is just how I am.
by Jolie JordanLately it's been really hard for me to find a blance between who I am, and who I want to be. mintues go by unnoticed, while I watch the sweat forming at the peak of your brow.
It seems like all I do now is wait.
I wait for the days to pass.
I wait for the leaves to fall.
and now here I am again,
waiting to see a few drops of water roll down your forehead.
I feel exhausted, and used-up, like I shouldn't be here, or at least that I should be doing something that matters, to someone, (anyone.)
Still I lay here, next to the one person who if he asked, I would surely rip out every meaningless intestine and vein until my eyes rolled back into this thick skull and the last breath expired from my futile mouth. this should probably mean something, and I know this, but still I remain hollow. I should feel, and I know this, but I am an empty cavern. so I wait, while watching the minutes go by like the days that drag on, and I catch the water thats falling from your brow, and eyes, like warm rain.
I wait. 10/13/2004 Author's Note: I'm just been sad lately. I don't know.
Posted on 10/13/2004
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/14/04 at 05:57 AM Sorry about your sadness lately, sweetie. However, you are putting the experience to good use in your writing. Stay with it, wait it out and I'm wishing you a few pieces of a dream come true in the near future. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/16/04 at 04:39 PM "A woman is hole in which all the futility of the world is poured through." --quote from a movie I watched. I really love this verse... it has a power to it that effects the heart and soul. |
| Posted by Karen Koser on 10/21/04 at 11:49 PM This poem makes me melt.
Sometimes we can just be consumed by sadness, can't we? But, what a beautiful expression. I enjoyed reading what you created out of your frustration/sadness. |
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