beachbabe
05-22-2004, 10:58 AM
Leave your thoughts please!!! *lime*
"Carbon"
More than two days here without you and already, I feel lost.
All the people talking to me echo back to them.
Emptiness fills me as if it were made of substantial feeling.
I find myself stuck here, in my own rotten condition, infused with carbon-driven thoughts.
You walk barefoot on the path of silks, while lavender seeds willingly fall out of your hands.
I walk upon them, follow them, but refrain from picking them up.
They're yours, not mine; I acknowledge that.
Nonetheless, traces of you remain incrusted in my path, tattooed on my feet,
like extinct craters from which once erupted red thorns and petals of lava.
The agony of making my own decisions is cushioned by your guidance.
Feathers from your wings occasionally fall to help me,
but only regain the synchrony of a swift pendulum movement,
hypnotizing time, pointing back and forth but always heading forward.
Yes, I've accustomed myself to your presence, so much as to the point of emotional dependency.
Yes, I've become more than a little bit joyous when it comes to seeing you.
Hidden messages shall no longer plague our conversations.
Blunt discussions shall no longer kill me before being spoken.
And you will promise, that if I become nothing but your carbon paper,
you will gladly throw me away.
~Ally~
"Carbon"
More than two days here without you and already, I feel lost.
All the people talking to me echo back to them.
Emptiness fills me as if it were made of substantial feeling.
I find myself stuck here, in my own rotten condition, infused with carbon-driven thoughts.
You walk barefoot on the path of silks, while lavender seeds willingly fall out of your hands.
I walk upon them, follow them, but refrain from picking them up.
They're yours, not mine; I acknowledge that.
Nonetheless, traces of you remain incrusted in my path, tattooed on my feet,
like extinct craters from which once erupted red thorns and petals of lava.
The agony of making my own decisions is cushioned by your guidance.
Feathers from your wings occasionally fall to help me,
but only regain the synchrony of a swift pendulum movement,
hypnotizing time, pointing back and forth but always heading forward.
Yes, I've accustomed myself to your presence, so much as to the point of emotional dependency.
Yes, I've become more than a little bit joyous when it comes to seeing you.
Hidden messages shall no longer plague our conversations.
Blunt discussions shall no longer kill me before being spoken.
And you will promise, that if I become nothing but your carbon paper,
you will gladly throw me away.
~Ally~