this was for Ris
Writing this makes it real.
You're the only one I feel I really
Owe something to
Which is why this is a one-way telegram.
As usual there's whirring in the background,
I can't focus enough to do what I should.
This feels so different because this isn't the second copy this time
I'm writing it straight up, typing away
Feels like I'm typing everything into oblivion.
You need to be strong my Piranha
I will always sing into your ear,
Interrupt when I shouldn't
Go completely silent when my wounds decide to show
This is where everything merges
I now know, you understand that
I can see where everything fits,
Can trace the path back to now
And understand why what happened did
It doesn't make it easier though
When I tell you it's impossible
To be as consumed as this, I know you feel it
Perhaps not the same, but I can see your footprints
Marceau, I can feel my hands on glass sheets
Crossing at points, diverging light
Into the little prism shattering at dawn.
I altered the word choice.
Words just flow like the Nile waiting for me
What other way is there?
What I had is exhausted
And as for what I have, peanut shells just
Crunch under my feet.
An insect crawls across the screen
I look down, and it is gone,
On its way to occupy some crevice
We are unable to see unless
We look close enough to want to
My impatience unfolds
The date keeps changing, and I cannot decide
Things keep getting in my way
Fields of turbulence, signs I should not follow.
One who added a shade of green
Must now take my position
And be the marble now
Til you are nourished with understanding
No more questions,
Take a walk down what once was
Sprint down the runway with your wheels stretched out
Friction igniting as you keep going
For fear that if you stop you will be ash
Fly for me,
Take all that I am
I shall not wear the scarlet adornment
I will not parade the truth
For it is all with you now
Think quick, my Peter
Make me your Neverland
To not leave behind,
To grow without, within
You drew me back with a straw's breath
Buzzing from the other side
I had nearly reached
I couldn't let you know this time
Calculating, no
I like being the shelter
To hide what others do not need to know
Until the very last
What comes out once I have landed
It will not matter then
For I could not be
I could not twinkle in the yonder
I had to take a nosedive
Face value is mostly worthless
For once we break the surface edge
We can truly see possibilities
For everything we are about to forfeit
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-10 at 04:36
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On A Plane
Writing this makes it real.
You're the only one I feel I really
Owe something to
Which is why this is a one-way telegram.
As usual there's whirring in the background,
I can't focus enough to do what I should.
This feels so different because this isn't the second copy this time
I'm writing it straight up, typing away
Feels like I'm typing everything into oblivion.
You need to be strong my Piranha
I will always sing into your ear,
Interrupt when I shouldn't
Go completely silent when my wounds decide to show
This is where everything merges
I now know, you understand that
I can see where everything fits,
Can trace the path back to now
And understand why what happened did
It doesn't make it easier though
When I tell you it's impossible
To be as consumed as this, I know you feel it
Perhaps not the same, but I can see your footprints
Marceau, I can feel my hands on glass sheets
Crossing at points, diverging light
Into the little prism shattering at dawn.
I altered the word choice.
Words just flow like the Nile waiting for me
What other way is there?
What I had is exhausted
And as for what I have, peanut shells just
Crunch under my feet.
An insect crawls across the screen
I look down, and it is gone,
On its way to occupy some crevice
We are unable to see unless
We look close enough to want to
My impatience unfolds
The date keeps changing, and I cannot decide
Things keep getting in my way
Fields of turbulence, signs I should not follow.
One who added a shade of green
Must now take my position
And be the marble now
Til you are nourished with understanding
No more questions,
Take a walk down what once was
Sprint down the runway with your wheels stretched out
Friction igniting as you keep going
For fear that if you stop you will be ash
Fly for me,
Take all that I am
I shall not wear the scarlet adornment
I will not parade the truth
For it is all with you now
Think quick, my Peter
Make me your Neverland
To not leave behind,
To grow without, within
You drew me back with a straw's breath
Buzzing from the other side
I had nearly reached
I couldn't let you know this time
Calculating, no
I like being the shelter
To hide what others do not need to know
Until the very last
What comes out once I have landed
It will not matter then
For I could not be
I could not twinkle in the yonder
I had to take a nosedive
Face value is mostly worthless
For once we break the surface edge
We can truly see possibilities
For everything we are about to forfeit
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 683 times
Written on 2006-09-10 at 04:36
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