i could use someone

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i could use someone
to talk to occasionally
for long periods of time
to block out the world and
recharge my ability to love &
my ability to create and i box &
i crate those thoughts in my mind
and write poems and i promise they
wouldn't dry up and wither away if i
could just use someone for a little
while to talk to and have them nod
and say they understand even if they
don't understand all the way .

"not if it's yours. not now. please not now. please thank you please."

i could use someone to shoulder
some of the weight of the gravity
now inside my mind, a black hole
literally ripping my mind to shreds
and it's like the scene sort of already
written for BILY where ... well, i can't
talk about it. i can't write about it. i
can just continue to give birth to
this collection of words inside
me and i could use someone
to hold me at night and i could
use someone to chase away the
blues from me and i could use some-
one, but i am some-
one, one who is so me,
so free to be what it is i need
and give freely.

i could occasionally use someone to
sit next to me on the bus if even to stare
out at the Mexican landscape as it passes
slowly in the distance with me, alongside me
and i could use someone to stop and not get
lost with me. and i could use and i could use
and i could get used to it and i could be used
and i could be confused, but the room clears
and the words are scarce as the totality of it
hits him - the crystal citadel collapses in his
mind and with it, his visions of the potential
of the situation and reality is the wind, the
storm that came suddenly rushing into
his life, into his mind like a snowstorm
hitting the country for the very first time
in a strange land, with a strange, odd
sense of how some in that situation
saw him. the riddle is here. so is
the beer. the bear. the snare. the
trap. the trip. the pit. the snake.
the winding road of forever to
freedom you can't achieve
and gravity pulls at us,
tugs at us, keeps us
grounded in the
world, on the
planet, but
it causes
big things
to also fall
on top of us.

i could use someone,
but i am someone.

sooo

since you could use someone...but you ARE someone, are you saying you could use someone ELSE? hehe. Nice stream of thoughts. I think I can relate to this more than I'd like to admit...

for the record, you can bend my ear any time...

Sherry
life is full of possibilities and the thrill of the unknown is so great.

yeah, i guess that's what i

yeah, i guess that's what i was saying. heh. thanks. for the ear offer as well.

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