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stop asking why
by Ava Bluwhy.
the question asked most often of me,
of everyone,
because we want to understand it all
why did you take those pills,
why do you still need one or two
or five
every month or so
why did you take one when i was there,
when we were about to make love
why.
and the answer is usually the same,
not really an answer
always just an excuse
sometimes i make it seem like the reason isn't important
because it's always all about me
why.
because it isn't really about me at all
but why do so many love me
why do they fall over to pick me,
to offer whatever consolation they can
why do i never
hardly ever
love them back
and the answer is often the same,
not really an answer
always just a step away from being an outright lie
and the heartaches,
the opportunities wasted on assholes,
on people without purpose
people with holes
and the anguish of letting someone down,
not answering the phone
and moving things around knowing things can't really be
moved
and too much keeping up with the score,
too many games where both sides lost
and no one even remembers the point
the point we all know,
deep down,
further down where the scary roads wind
and pavement turns to dirt
the point we wonder about,
wonder why we can't say it
and the answer,
just like the question,
often ends in
why.
06/03/2009 Posted on 06/04/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/04/09 at 02:49 AM The thing I love about this the most is how I'm walking from it wishing more than anything that this was a spoken word piece. It's so powerfully steeped in voice and tone, and that really does a wonderful job of hitting you right from the start. The other quality I like about this is the feeling that some of this has been a long time in coming, that it's been kicking around in your head for far too long and that you're only now getting it out. I like that feeling. It lends weight and strength to the already impressive language, imagery and that tone, voice that I mentioned before. I love this. What else can I say? |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/04/09 at 03:11 AM Why? Why has why been on my mind of late? Seriously,I enjoyed these thought provoking words that vex and prey on my raw emotions.It actually makes up much of what I am and this is my favorite word.I liked the way you put this together.....and I have felt every word in my own time...line |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 06/04/09 at 01:28 PM ...a lot of honesty...soul searching and contemplation of the answer to the question that can't be answered (except, as you say with the same word)...the honesty here holds a vulnerability, but at the same time it's that struggle of trying to remain sturdy on the surface...at least that's what I hear....this is a hard place to express from, but you've done it well -- the repetition and use of "why" throughout works very well... |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/04/09 at 03:22 PM Someone recently told me that the answers matter less than the action we take to get on with things. I don't know, I prefer to dig around in the pile of it and see what's hiding. This made me think of that. I loved the imagery here - "people with holes". |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 06/05/09 at 11:50 PM This turns into something quite beautiful and primal and rhythmic gradually, I found anyway. It's pretty frickin wonderful. ('True' implied.) |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 06/07/09 at 03:29 AM I have to agree with Gabriel about this one -- I hear a performance piece when I speak this one. Well done! --bf |
| Posted by Wayne Tate on 06/07/09 at 04:22 AM Nice one Ava. This is top of the line spoken word material. The pace was perfect and I wanted more. |
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