Saturday, May 23, 2009
Pogi =)
Monday, May 4, 2009
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Here's some proof that I was a much better poet when I was 17. :) Let me know what you think of Chubbs the 17-year-old poet. I really hope I can write something like this again. For now, I can just marvel at the fact that I wrote this 7 years ago. :)
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i saw you today.
for a split second,
i heard
the rustle of your pants
the sound of your voice
the clink of your chain
then i was deaf.
for a split second,
i saw
the ease of your walk
the depth of your eyes
the soreness of your scars
then i was blind.
for a split second,
i felt
the aura of your presence
the warmth of your smile
the emptiness of your heart
then i was numb.
back to the past
i was for a split second
back to the grace
of your presence
back to the privilege
of your glance
back to the dream
of your love
why didn’t i hear
the beat of your heart?
why didn’t i see
the purity of your soul?
why didn’t i feel
the essence of who you really are?
because
i am too
deaf.
i am too
blind.
i am too
numb.
for your world
for your
passionate,
eccentric,
lonely
world.
i could never
understand nor love
the mystery...
that is you
even just for a split second
© Isabel M. Casas 20020131
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