Clean Slates
Sep. 10th, 2009 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
river_kateThe last several hours have been spent in clearing out other blogs and journals. One account is deleted and two have had all their posts deleted except for a few photos in one and the following poem in another. It was written on April 19th of this year. It is only the second or third poem I have ever written without being forced to for school. I can barely read poetry, it is so, so intimate.
Sometimes You Let
Sometimes you let
people sit in the dark
or in the dimness
stewing with their secrets
and their old talismans,
their formulas,
failed alchemy,
thinking
that they know it all,
feeling
that it's all crashing down
and wondering why.
Shoring up their persona
brittle, crumbling slats
of decaying picket fence
and cool arrogance
to KEEP YOU OUT!
You are not at all
what they imagined
a friend would look like.
The tower of Babel
tries to be insidious
and you
keep on moving
towards what's juicy
and towards the light.
Sometimes You Let
Sometimes you let
people sit in the dark
or in the dimness
stewing with their secrets
and their old talismans,
their formulas,
failed alchemy,
thinking
that they know it all,
feeling
that it's all crashing down
and wondering why.
Shoring up their persona
brittle, crumbling slats
of decaying picket fence
and cool arrogance
to KEEP YOU OUT!
You are not at all
what they imagined
a friend would look like.
The tower of Babel
tries to be insidious
and you
keep on moving
towards what's juicy
and towards the light.
