Just a poem from me today, nice and angsty, written about a year ago. I am not usually prone to writing poetry, but occasionally I feel so inclined. Let me know your thoughts.
Pretence
Keeping up the masked faces, the fake, superficial pretences,
Fearful and terrified of letting down well established defences
Tension rising as they struggle to maintain conversation,
Relying on mutual conflict for self preservation.
Stormy green eyes fixed upon her deep brown gaze
Searching one another, stumbling through the maze
Of lost intimacy and broken trust
Shrouded feelings and hidden lust.
The banter continues, meaningless talk,
He circles around her, affecting his confident walk
She stands still, fighting the storm that threatens to rise
Within her at the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes.
Sweet memories come flooding back with fierce intensity,
Strong emotions forced behind walls of stronger density
They continue to act as if everything’s fine
Refusing to cross over their invisible line
Stella Said:
on February 3, 2009 at 7:33 pm
Hey, I remember you showing that to me on the train last year. It’s really beautiful and well constructed and I know EXACTLY how you were feeling when you wrote it.
xxxx