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i wish you could see the way we are
by Ava Blui started typing in black, without being able to see what i am writing
and i thought this is like being blinded by the sun
being blinded by candlelight
and being born knowing the difference
we run away,
we’re running now while standing still
and i will answer when he calls me
every time i will pick up the phone
because he was almost my everything
before you became something
but some point seemed to be missed
i think i am full of typos
and wrong doings
and nothing happens to the right people
i won’t look at what i am writing
i i may lose faith in it if i look
i may want to erase
to turn something else out
but these things
these things are flying off of something
and i don't believe i should try to tell them not today,
not tonight i don't want to hear you
and i can't see you
and i shouldn't have to know you
we all decided at the same time
we thought this way would be better
then something made it turn into another thing
and i can remember the first time you touched my face
i can see the time we watched the stars
because we always did those things
we spent time in silence looking at each other,
looking at everything else
and everyone
and we still saw
each other
if i made any mistakes
it was not telling you enough how much i enjoyed those times
and if i can make anymore mistakes
i want them to all involve you
we are the space between the letters
we are the background
we are not empty. 06/06/2010 Posted on 06/06/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/07/10 at 03:26 PM What I enjoyed the most about this piece was the way it started out as very distinctly a poem and then moved into something that's almost lyrical. That's not a quality I run into too often with your work, and it's done brilliantly here. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 06/08/10 at 02:03 AM This is quite wonderful. I like the way your inner monologue reads... I always suspected it would be this lyrical. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/08/10 at 02:24 PM We are waiting to be filled with words that matter but we are also well aware there is no cosmic spell check. We may end up scrap paper on a divine floor. If so, let us hope we are all crumbled together so we can make our own poetry. :) |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 06/13/10 at 02:37 PM Sounds like a partner in crime |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 06/15/10 at 12:19 AM First of all, if you really did what you said in the begining of this, just started writing in the blackness of the computer screen, that's just amazing. If this whole thing is a result then I will read what you may deem as jibberish, as typos, as mistakes for the rest of my life because they are as real as it gets. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/29/11 at 01:46 PM Wonderful poem! I like the interplay of the writing and being in relationship. I would say that the 4th stanza is my favorite, but then I would not be fair to the more subtle messages in the lines about writing. That is the part that touches me - how writing is such a part of who I am - including the mistakes. Thanks for this great poem. |
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