a new view from strangling

by moondance

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-10-02 23:01:00

my desks beginning to look like yours…
im still pale and thin from too much time indoors
my desks cluttered w/ things like yours..
lotion, various drinks and things
im still up and thinking … of my dreams i had
in which he said i were perfect
but i replied im far from it
im taking a new view, a new life
from the past feeling of being strangled
and living in a mangled jungle of confusion and depression
from knowing what i couldnt tell him
nor ever would

my desks cluttered and looking like yours
im still pale and wanting not to be so thin
my desks being cleared off again
its starting to look clean again
and im still up thinking once more of dreams i have
and those i want to come before noon
but i dont really always know what will come
or if my dreams mean anything
sometimes wishing honesty back then
sometimes wishing more of a friend
other times glad to keep things to myself like the secrets i kept
falling over and over and missing the important step
happiness
.. it was not why i wept so many times i felt out of place
to say what was really on my mind
but ive cleared my desk again
drawn things as clearly as they can be
put things away on a shelf thats been wiped down
and miserable to be put there
but there was nothing else to do
never really had i been in that spot
the one to clean it away
but i had to in some way
it was growing harder as time passed by

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