My Head Is A Swarm by Jared OrlandoMy 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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