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My Head Is A Swarm

by Jared Orlando

My head is a swarm
An angry bustling beehive
With thoughts that only sting
Memories that only flutter by

She's but a picture on the wall
A dried rose pressed between pages
Waterlogged diary upon the seabed
An unnoticed change in the weather

The air is filled with noise
Sounds of phones off of hooks
There's no more sleep, it's run out
Our tired ears have given up

We make our way upon rooftop
With every iron rung reverberating
We climb only to be higher
To see the things we could never reach

Our hands are clasped only for a minute
When we release and bow our heads
One jumps off and love remains
Unrequited

09/15/2012

Posted on 09/15/2012
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/15/12 at 12:57 PM

Love can be like jumping off a roof especially when it is unrequited. And it tends to linger and linger for so long like a taste in the mouth that won’t go away. Really nice write that runs along quite quickly.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/15/12 at 11:42 PM

Reminds me of some really good songs by The National. That means quietly angry, haunting lines, and some really sharp, arresting imagery. Loved this.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/17/12 at 12:34 AM

I did not foresee the ending here. S2 is my favorite , for sure. Thanks.

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